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Post by Mila on Dec 7, 2012 7:44:45 GMT -5
04:51:01 Mila slowly regained consciousness, her weary mind registering confusion, pain and shock. The bed she lay in was not her bed, the room she was ensconced in was not her dormitory. Rather than the homely, cosy dorm with five canopied beds, chests and side tables there was only a row of sterile beds. Bedding consisted of a thin, pristine mattress atop a wooden bench. Other common sites of the infirmary surrounded them, particularly a few nurses that were tending the students since their arrival from the dungeons. Since losing consciousness at the whipping post, Mila had been relatively cleaned – hair, face, arms. There was no residue from the dinner War, save for the branding of a flayed back – her punishment for beginning the battle with careless antics. To think her fun and games with Jake had landed her here. The playboy was propped on his stomach, notably in the bed beside her, a fact she noticed when eyes of smoke and azure saw through the glare of pain. Hers had been the worst. Receiving Fritzl's full energy, extra lashes and all targeting the same section of her back, the raw wounds dug deep through muscle. There was even a peep of bone at the worse parts of the criss crossed slashes. Jake's suffering was almost as bad as hers. They were not to treat the pain, not heal the wounds. Only bandages and sterilisation was afforded punished students, the scars eventually removed once humanly healed. Erinn had wandered from the infirmary, allowed to do so, for the students were only exempt from classes until Midday. Jake, Emri, Pixie and a few other students (NPC's) each inhabited a bed. The healers would have their hands busy. As she fully roused, a weak mewl of pain left her lush, naturally rose lips. “Jake,” she whispered. 05:03:16 Jacinth It was when they did something they knew they shouldn't, that made her shake her head. The kindly nurse could only do so much to help them, when they did. It pained her none the less. When it all came down to it, she was completely against the ideas of lashes, and the severe variety of punishment, and perhaps that was the reason behind the raised voices coming from a tightly sealed room. There'd be no question of the verbal lashing that the teacher was recieving, and the one returned to young nurse, especially when the slamming of the door could be heard, and the utterance of miserable words followed as Jacinth too, exitted, her sharp eyes narrowed. Her posture stiff, as she made her way quietly towards the rows, catching the whisper of one whom awoke. Sighing, a sad sound indeed, Jace made her way over, and knelt down, crossing her arms on the edge of the bed, and mounting her chin upon it. "Morning, sweetheart." Her voice was soft, nothing more than a sweet little whisper. "It's unfair what they do..." trailing off, she rose up onto her feet, eyes still remaining on the femme. She was only suppose to patch them up, she was use to this, but that didn't meant the temptation to fix them up didn't linger just under the surface. She always wondered what would happen if she did, and just told them to wear the bandages for some time and feint pain. Only the wisest of noses, would probably pick out the lack of coppery flake that lingered with the smell of open wounds. "How's about a sip of water, and we get things underway, alright?" The nurse disappeared, then returned after the sounds of ice and water, and the chink of a straw between the cubes. 05:13:11 Jake awoke with a start, attempting to push himself from his bed like every other morning only to have sharp pains still his movement. “That wasn’t very bright.“ He whispered with a yawn. His head foggy with a pained haze, each attempted movement rewarded with a startling wince. The pathetic excuse for a bed beneath him had not relinquished a comfortable sleep, far from it. The angle he collapsed in brought an aching feeling to his neck, requiring careful and slow adjustments to his positioning. His back was numb, with a fierce movement he could hear the faint cracking of dried blood upon his back, the scars were not some nightmare he dreamt in the night, they were real. It was an eerie feeling, numbness spreading across the back, the cool air soothing upon his warm skin. An all too familiar voice speaking his name had cut through the silence of the hospital. “Mila?“ With one push, he lifted himself up, face brushing against the cotton pillow as he did so, turning to face the equally injured girl beside him. The arrival of the nurse and her greeting had fell on deaf ears. Jake held no grudge against the faculty, he knew he was being punished for something yet waking up with a back primed for sudoku did little for his mood. It seemed like Mila would be the first to be treated, unknowing how many of the others were still sleeping or had already been treated. Catching her eye he would mouth. “How are you holding up, princess?“ Lips curling into an assuring smile.<e> 05:23:21 Mila 's eyes welled in the face of the young nurse, Jacinth. She was familiar with the woman, had encountered her before – never like this. She tried to whisper a greeting but the tears that stung her striking orbs of crystalline smoke made speech impossible beyond a breathed murmur. It was unfair. But it was her fault. The brunette didn't dare to turn, not only for the pain such movement would cause, but because she was terrified that Trix would be in the bed beside her. Innocent, harmless Fae. The blame could be rested entirely on the slim shoulders of Mila, it was she that began the play – serving their demise, and beginning with an entree of a single, dab of chocolate topping on the playboy's face. When Jacinth left her bedside, she could turn her still, iridescent eyes upon the boy beside her as he was lulled into the waking world. Now she braved a faint whisper, the sound only audible to one as near as he. “I'm swell, Wonderboy. You?” Before she knew it, the sweet nurse was back and offering water and a straw to sip from. “Okay..” Mila's mouth was as parched as the desert floor, but she swallowed the liquid a little too quickly and it unsettled her rolling stomach, making her feel ill as before if even a little less dehydrated. Whispering again, the girl whined for the only friend she could see without moving – the only one she dared to look at, “Jake.” 05:33:25 Jacinth Make that two glasses of water, when she registered more movement. Surely the poor students were chalk mouthed. Before she had left though, she frowned at the tears, "Don't cry, sweetie. We'll get everything fixed, and you'll be as good as new." She'd find a piece of kleenex, and softly scented fingers bringing it to dab at her cheeks. And, she was off, and back, settling herself between both of the beds, cups and straws extended, and held. She wasn't sure they were up to much moving. "Not too quick." The greek tutted, and withdrew Mila's water, until she gave some sort of acknowledgement. Both cups, whether full or empty, were set on the bedside tables. Seeing as she was getting around to one student first, she once again wandered off, and returned after some quiet shufflng, the sound of water, then wringing. Draped over her arm, a cold, dampened towel. Settling herself beside Jake's bed, she'd frown. "It'll hurt a bit at first, I do apologize for that, but it'll take out the initial sting, and the coolness'll help, I promise."</i> Unless he protested, she spread the towel out, and very delicately, lay it upon his raw flesh. With that done, and no patting to ensure it lay flat, and induce more pain, she was on her tippy toes, getting down various bottles, medical grade tape, and bandages. Her hands were chilly, as she exposed backs, talking out what she was doing, as she did it. Furthermore, those hands were ever gentle, as she began the tedious work of cleaning, and disinfecting, speaking loud enough for the duo to hear. "It pains me to see students like this. It's unfair that you would be punished for having fun..." Trailing off, she pursed her lips. "I know...I'm only suppose to clean and bandage, but like I said...punished for having fun? Maybe, it's because I'm still young at heart, but I don't think that's right. If, and only if, we can keep it a little secret, maybe I can do something more." Hushed enough that the other nurses wouldn't hear, but loud enough that their ears could take in the offer that the nurse was willing to give. Well, that was one way to fight the lashes, just flat out heal them all 05:49:20 Jake could not see any of the other students beyond Mila’s bed, Jake’s own being on the very end. He hoped that they would be okay, certain that the group would pull through yet his attention had been solely capsulated by the Crux student. She had been struck by the very man which had assaulted Jake, although unlike his own experience, she had taken the full fury of his barrage, her session effectively tiring out the elderly man making an easier time for the Were. It still hurt like hell. The guilt he felt the night before collapsing was still lingering within his foggy mind, it was the playful banter between the two which had escalated into the food war they had been effectively punished for. His expression softened when it appeared that Mila had pulled through, although her back was ravaged much like his own, she seemed like she was holding it together. He tried to laugh at her remark, quite clearly she wasn’t swell but the attempted laughter merely brought him more pain. “I’ve had cat scratches worse than this darlin’, I’ll pull through.“ The confidence usually evident in his tone had started to return, a falter here and there was to be expected. When offered the glass of water by the attending nurse, Jake drank hungrily, taking in far too much, coughing ensued from his hasty slurps. The towel spread upon his back, the cloth irritating to the touch, a little feeling returning to the wound at the presence of the light weight upon it. “I will be fine doc, just make sure she will be okay.“ Jake selflessly asked, soldiering through the ordeal further so that she can be relieved of her pain. “Thanks doc.“ Was all that escaped his lips, his wounded brown eyes staring into Mila’s own, the Were feeling protective at that very moment. “Hold on Princess, you will be good as new in no time.“ A playful wink in an attempt to give her some relief, knowing that Jake was fine when in reality. he hurt just as much.<e> 05:53:16 Chase` was worried. Up before everyone else, he stood pacing in the common room. Mila, Jake, Trix. They had all missed last night's special Herbology class. He was most worried about Mila. He had heard about the food fight he had missed by now and he knew, just knew, that Mila had started it, one way or another. He had waited up late last night to see if she came back to the dorm, but he had passed out before that had happened. Now he was fully dressed and waiting for classes, his books sitting on a table. Finally he simply did something about his curiosity. Since he couldn't go up and check her dormitory, he swiped his books off the table and hurried from the room. He knew the one place that Mila would be if she'd taken serious punishment. His shoes pounded against the marble floors as he started running. He'd never been more worried. It was all fine and dandy for him to get lashes from Fritzl, but Mila had only ever suffered ten lashes in her entire time at Hex. When he finally entered the infirmary he looked around at the bed and he spotted the Were tramp that had only just arrived, Jake, Trix and others besides, but the one that caused him to feel as if someone was shoving a blade into his guts was the sable head of Mila. Jace was sitting on the bed beside her, already beginning to dab at the horizontal streak of gorying red across her back. He pressed his hand to his middle, trying to not vomit at the sight of so gruesome a wound on Mila's back of all place. He moved over to her, seeing her looking at Jake, at whom he nodded the slightest bit when he tried to ease Mila's emotional suffering. He bent to one knee to place his books on the floor and would reach up with one hand to stroke her long locks, "Mila. . . are you alright?" His voice was kept soft as to keep from waking whoever was in the bed on his side of Mila. 06:01:25 Mila sniffled and nodded her agreement to Jake, and her assent to Jacinth. Cat scratches were worse, this was nothing. She would be as good as new. Lies. The instruction on drinking came a little late, but the brunette was far done with her water, and simply kept her weary eyes on Jake as he took his fill of a nourishing drink, too. Her small hand made a weak fist against the bedsheets when Jacinth commented on the fairness of things. Fun. Punished, for her fun. The limb dropped off the side of the bed as her shoulders sunk – the act painfully irritating the deep slashes that crossed her mid-back. Unlike the others, hers and Jake's smalls and shoulders were near to unharmed. What lay between could turn the sternest of stomachs. Her fingers fluttered slightly in their hang from the the bed, seeming almost delirious as she let her gaze linger and her mind wander. In this agony and exhaustion, Mila was in no state to put Jacinth's subtle hints together, wielding them in the forth of a desired result. “Good as new.” The girl recited, her voice barely audible again. “I'm sorry.” Suddenly Chase was there, his presence garnering her attention only when he came around to the side her head was turned - facing the wall and Jake, for he was on the end. "Hey.. swell." Again with the swell. 06:06:56 Jacinth Much like she had to Mila, when he drank too quick, she pulled it away from him, and gave him the same warning, "Not too fast, sweetheart." And only returned it, should he make signs to slow down. "Jace, please. Doc makes me feel old." With a shake of her head, she painted on another frown, turning those plush, sakura lips downwards. "You know, you're doing no favours by pretending to act a hero. No ones going to judge you." She couldn't help it. Out came that caring, almost motherly tone. "You get the same treatment as she does, unless you flat out refuse and walk out." She gave him a choice. It was either lay and let her do her work, or walk out. The choice was his. "Good as new," She promised, as she finished her dabbing, then discarded the pinkened cloth she had used. Getting up with intentions to close the curtains, she'd pause. Then there was another body, moving his way in, which had the nurse arching her brow as she looked at him, kind eyes settling on the boy. "You look a wee bit pale, please...if you're going to up-chuck, the bathroom is just over there." Her head was cant towards the open, pristine room. She didn't mind him being there, so long as he didn't get in the way. Sitting back down, she'd cross her legs. He was there now, he might as well be involved. "We speak nothing of what I'm about to do. That goes for the three of you." Each was given a stern stare, before she carried on. "However, to complete the look, I'm going to bandage you up, and you are to wear the bandages, and we will arrange an 'appointment' to 'remove' the scars. Deal?" She'd already explained why she was willing to take risks for the students. Should no complaints come, then, they would be underway. Simple, easy. Good as new, just as she promised. 06:17:26 Jake was putting on a brave face, hoping to be strong not just for himself but for her too. One does not simply watch one another suffer lashings within an inch of their lives, and hear such pain filled screams without forming a bond. Mila had seen through his flirtatious wiles and arrogant boasting in the past and one so observant, even for a seer was likely to see that Jake was attempting some form of reassurance, comforting or not. Regardless it seemed Jace had caught on to his words as she decided to give her own input earning a somewhat mocking reply. “Your bedside manners could really use some work.“ Sure this woman was supposed to be helping them, bandaging them up so they look nice and pretty for when they stroll the school halls, even offering to go as far as to ease their pain completely. But for a young boy still ascending into manhood, attempts at bravery and concern for a friend were to be valued not brought down so easily. Deep down, he knew that the nurse knew what was best for them.The arrival of Chase had been surprised, he didn’t think any of the other students would have heard by now but there he was by his friend’s side. A tiny jerk of the head was all the Were could muster in the form of a greeting, pathetic but until the pain had settled there wasn’t much he could do. Fingers traced the edge of the bed, gripping tightly at the occasional spark of pain.<e> 06:24:32 Chase` couldn't help but give the girl a sad smile, shaking his head slowly. His free hand pressed back his black curls and he leaned in to brush his lips gently across her forehead, murmuring a single word, "Liar." He felt a small twinge of anger, the thought of How dare she accuse me of being stupid. . . He mercilessly crushed the thought before it could finish crossing his mind and stifled the anger that had sparked it. And then Jace was speaking and while Mila was in no condition to put all the pieces of the puzzle together, Jake obviously had and Chase looked to the nurse, giving her a grateful smile, "I'll never utter a word. She didn't desrve this kind of cruelty." His eyes dropped to Mila's back and the gruesome wound that was found there. He looked back to Mila's face and he gently stroked her hair comfortingly, his eyes expressing the concern he felt over her well-being. Not that his eyes were the only part of him that showed his worry. It was also written all over his face the small frown that he wore, the crease that his brows formed as he examined the minute details of her face. He couldn't help it. He had suffered lashes at Fritzl's hands before and he knew what it was like. However, he knew she had never suffered anything this serious before. The ramifications of this little misadventure could be dire indeed, but he knew that if everything went right the physical pain would be over soon. Of course, she would need to act as if she was in serious pain for the next week or so and he would remind her of it. If there was a slip, they would only get more lashes, not to mention the pain they would give out to discover who had healed Fritzl's work. 06:28:02 Erinn let him lead her back through the library and tried not to have too bad of a deathgrip on his arm, but couldn't help it, she was in pain and unsteady at the moment. She was sure she'd had worse, but right now it hurt like hell, at least he didn't have to deal with her breaking down and crying or beind hysterical. She was too hard for that, had been lashed before so it was not really something completely new to her, still hurt like a bitch though. She releasedhis arm and made to sit in the chair across from him, she perched on it, oh how she wanted to rest back and try to relax, but she didn't want the pressure on her wounds, it would make it hurt worse. When he pulled out a key she watched him open the drawr and then pull a glass bottle and a shot glass. When he filled it up and pushed it her way, despite the circumstances, she couldn't help but smirk as he said it was medicine. She took it and downed the shot before she set the glass back on the dest and ran a hand through her long, dark hair. She tried not to wince at the further pain moving her arm had caused, what was a little more pain at this point anyways, right? How were the others? She worried about them now, especially Mila, she felt bad for leaving them in there, but she couldn't stand to be in the infirmary she would have rathered an extra couple lashes than be stuck in there. She sighed softly, the alcohol had warmed her and made the pain slightly less intense, "Thank you." she would say to him with a small smile. She was becoming more subdued, she was worn out, in pain, and bleeding but hey, at least there was alcohol. 06:33:53 Mila grew a little overwhelmed with all the people that were crowding her, speaking about her wounds as though she were not there. Again, Jacinth's hints and offers went with little recognition, but one would have have to be daft to think the girl would turn down sweet peace. One would have to be even more foolish to think that after being offered salvation she would risk a second, longer whipping, by daring to speak of the occurrence ever again. The hand that hung from the bed slowly slid back to the slim mattress and the girl lay there, subdued and quiet. There was little reaction to Chase's presence and the stroking of her hair but then, those crystalline eyes stared past the worried onlookers and toward a small crack in the stone wall past Jake's head. 06:39:48 Jacinth Mila's silence disturbed her, but she had understood it. She didn't question it, she just crooned softly, supportively. The day this woman had a child, oh, that thing was going to be the calmest, happiest babe alive, with her there to purr and tend to it. Should any more tears weap? They'd be gently dabbed away, the small whispers that there was no reason to cry, uttered again. "And you need to learn that...sometimes, to be a hero, you need to accept what has happened, and accept that someone is sticking their neck out for you, hun. I'm only trying to look out for you students, and do what I can to right what wrongs have occured." She didn't offer him a condensending tone, no. It was the sweet, soft voice. As if perhaps more for him, she leaned and whispered, "I promise no one needs to know that you took my help. I'll even pinky swear if I need to be that juvenille." Manhood in tact. It would be between the four people in there. If she offered the same services, which she would, to the others, it would remain another secret to be kept between the nurse and the student. She'd have people parading around wearing bandaids for no reason other than to wear them, at this rate. Once given confirmation from Chase that not a word would slip from him, she grinned, and lifted a finger to her lip, shhing behind it. Secrets were to be kept. Else this would be a vicious cycle until one found out which nurse had solved the pain. "No one does. Consider this...a rebellious start." As long as people kept their lips closed, no one needed to know. This could cost her her flesh, and her job, but the way she seen it, it was worth it. There was nothing for her to lose. It wasn't often the nurse used the gift she was given, but, while still making the illusion she was working upon Mila's back, the young girl would feel the mending. The cells hastening to patch together, the flayed flesh closing, knitting back together. The sight was something to behold. It was like watching a sweater come together from the hands of an elder woman. It was simply...magical. Once the mending had begun, her attention wavered, and she was removing the towel from Jake's back, to split her attention between the two, a look of concenration taking over those near black pools. There was a reason that there was great eagerness to have Jace. She simply excelled. It was a shame she had no interest in teaching. Now, with her ruse? "If you find the pain worsening, you return to me immediately, alright? We shall have no infections settling in, as that is rather -" interrupted by a yawn, "- against what we're trying to accomplish. There shall be no exerting yourselves too much, either. If a teacher protests, you send them my way, and I shall deal with them." Bandages were pulled down, and upon flawless backs, applied as though they were truly the mess they were meant to be, as signs of tiredness suddenly took her over. It took a lot, to completely mend wounds, and not just one set, but two, and who knew, how many others that would take the nurses offer. 06:48:05 Chase` looked at Mila's face as she stared at the wall, not appearing to notice his attempts to comfort her. And when Jacinth readied herself to begin the healing, he simply got up, slipped out of the partition without hardly fluttering it and taking his books with him. He moved the length of the infirmary and exited, closing the door silently. He would stand guard while the nurse healed Mila and Jake, acting as though he had been stopped at the door to wait until the patients were awake before entering. This he would say to anyone who came looking. He didn't want the nurse to be discovered in the midst of an act that would earn them all punishments, and harsh ones at that, for circumventing Friztl's harsh discipline. 06:52:54 [Jake] The nurse’s words had sunk in, she was right, there really was no use beating himself up about events which had come to pass, yet stubborn as he was the guilt still remained, a wound which would take much longer to mend than that of his back. With Mila being cared for by the arrival of her fellow house mate, he kept his attention on the nurse, at the mention of a children’s promise he uttered. “No need for that, secret is safe with me.“ Jake was grateful that he would soon be on the mend. From then on he spoke little, focusing on the healing that would about to begin. Although his efforts were futile, he attempted to also focus on the wounds, as if sheer will could aid in the healing although it likely had no effect. When the bandages had been wrapped around the faded wounds, only phantom pain remaining in his back, in reality the brutal lash marks had truly vanished…for now. Jake was in no hurry to return to the dungeons for a repeat lesson and was sure the others felt similarly.<e> 02:46:09 Erinn was done being in the infirmary, she was never one to stay there longer than she had to in order to get up and walk about and walk about she did. She left out of there without a backwards glance, she was in pain and it hurt to move, to be still, to breathe, to have clothes on her upper body, but she managed. She had taken it as best she could, retreated in her mind, the stronger side of her had come forward to take the lashings that were delivered to her for her part in the food fight. She was in a foul mood but it didn't show as she made her way out, she headed to her room to change, an excruciating shower was taken and she made her way outside, she needed to get out of this damn place. She let her dark, wavy hair lay freely over her shoulders, she didn't let it rest on her back like she normally might have, she'd done her best to put a new dressing on her back so it wouldn't break open and start bleeding through her clothes. A small bit of the lashings peeked out of the top of her long sleeved black shirt, the color was intentional, just in case they did bleed through. Her eyes were a stormy blue as she made her way into the library, she was in search of Dietrich. She was supposed to have met with him after dinner, but of course with the lashings that took place, she'd ended up standing him up as she'd ended up unconscioius in the infirmary. Her eyes searched around for him, her jaw was set and she did her best not to show her pain, but there was a tenseness to her movements and the pain showed in her eyes a little. She spotted Dietrich before long and she made her way over to him as quickly as possible, pulled her features together as best she could to hide away the pain. "Hey.." she said softly to him as she stopped near him and looked around for a moment then to him once more, "I'm sorry I didn't meet up with you after dinner.." she said to him with a slight frown. 02:57:01 [Dietrich`] Warm afternoon sun poured in through the high windows, illuminating the dust motes hanging in the air. Dietrich had fallen asleep over his work again, stretched out across a wing-back chair in the lazy sunlight, his book fallen from his grasp. The man stirred from his nap and blinked blearily around the room. Damn, was it that late already? He needed to stop working so late. But it was the only time he reliably had for himself. And now Mila’s punishment was stealing a fair chunk of that time too. Perhaps he’d lighten it a bit, just so he could get his time back more quickly. At first he’d been angry when the girl had yet again not shown up for duty, but later he’d found out she had actually been in the infirmary after a bout of nasty lashes for further transgressions. As annoying as that was, he couldn’t really do anything about that. With fatigue still tugging at his limbs, the Librarian sat up and rubbed his face, resting his elbows on his thighs. It was here that Erinn found him, thumb and forefinger pressed against the bridge of his nose until he dropped it to turn his head and look up at her. “O’Driskle.” He acknowledged with a nod, a slight frown on his features. “That is alright. You never did say you were definitely coming. I was not waiting up.” He canted his head at her, giving her a quick once-over. Try and hide it she might, but her pain was clear in the careful way she held her body. Dietrich however did not say a word about it. 03:06:36 Erinn hadn't really thought through a plan when she'd left the infirmary, but her feet had carried her here and she figured she would apologize even if she'd only given a vague Maybe to the plan of meeting after dinner. She had a small journal type book in her hand, she'd carried it with her to the library and looked to Dietrich as she saw him sitting with his forefinger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose, "Are you alright?" she asked him, her head canted to the side slightly as she saw him frown at her a little, she nodded to his words, " That's true, I didn't, but I'm here now.. Do you think you have time?" she would ask him as she saw him cant his head at her and look her over. She offered a bit of a smirk, but there were no teasing comments like she normally might have given, especially after the night in The Meth Lab. She would hold out the book, it was hers, it had poems, songs, short stories, different things of that nature in it that she'd written. She looked from the book to him as she offered it to him so he could see it, if he wished. If he reached to take it, she would release it to him, if not she would pull it back ot herself. " I write, quite a bit actually and read a lot, but I'm stuck.. Blocked." she would say with a slight shrug and regret it instantly as it caused pain to rip through her back, her jaw tensed as she controlled herself enough not to wince. " I need.. inspiration I suppose.." she would admit, a playful smirk touched her lips a moment before it vanished, it hadn't quite reached her eyes though. 03:24:58 [Dietrich`] “Da. I am fine.” He responded curtly, bringing himself to his feet. And although the signs of fatigue didn’t leave his face, Dietrich did stop showing it in his body language. He looked down at the journal she proffered to him and exhaled through his nose. “Alright. I suppose I can take look.” He took the little book from her and led her over to one of the studying tables, where he took a seat and opened it. He flipped through a few pages, frowning as he did, and then set it down before himself and clasped his hands together. It was just fiction. Literature of the creative writing variety that Dietrich knew very little of indeed. “Alright O’Driskle. What exactly is it you are wanting help with?” He asked as he raised his gaze to her, questioning. If it was inspiration, well, he wouldn’t even know where to start on a question like that. 03:35:45 Erinn nodded slightly as he said he was fine, but she could see he was tired, it was all over his face, she frowned slightly but didn't press as he had responded in a curt sort of tone. "If I'm bugging you, I'll just go." she would say to him and watch him for a moment as she waited to see if he'd just prefer that. She wasn't going to force her company on him, she was better than that and wouldn't waste her time or his any further if that was the case. She saw his eyes go to the book before he agreed to take a look and he took it and she followed him over to the tables. She took a seat but didn't relax back, instead she leaned forward, carefully, with her forearms resting against the table. She watched Dietrich as he looked trhough it and he seemed to not know what to do with it. She heard his question about what she wanted his help with, another smirk was offered, it was not her usual bright eyed sort of smirk, but it was there. " Well, inspiration struck after sunday night..but now it's lulled again and I am not sure what direction things are going to go in.." she would say to him. It was a way of saying He had inspired her with what had come to pass, the mention of not knowing which direction things were going in referred to the story she was writing as well as to him. She wanted more, felt deprived in a sense and tormented by the kiss he shouldn't have given her but at the same time it brought another side of her out. She watched him to see if he would react in any way, would he just gloss over it and play dumb? Would he ignore the look in her eyes, the first glimmer of emotion that had been in them since she'd arrived? She had a feeling he would, that he'd brush her off, but she had to try, didn't she? 03:47:14 Dietrich` was not in the state of mind to pick up on subtleties. Dietrich was, in general, not a very subtle man. He was about as plain-spoken and straightforward as they came. So when she spoke, all he could honestly offer her was a look of puzzlement. “Direction things are going in…?” He asked, confused. It probably didn’t help that he’d just woken up five minutes earlier. “What do you artistic types usually do for inspiration? Look at flowers and things? Examine other artists’ efforts? Maybe you should try that?” He looked around at the shelves around him and then rolled his shoulders in a shrug. “Lots of writings here. Is that sort of inspiration you are looking for?” Oh, he hoped she wouldn’t ask him for a recommendation. Dietrich probably hadn’t read a poem in his life, nevermind waxing nostalgic over the works of Poe or Wilde, or exploring the intricacies of Shakespeare. 03:55:29 Erinn watched him, she could see there was no comprehension dawning on him with her words, but they were pretty much alone so she sighed softly as he looked puzzled and questioned her in a confused voice. Well he was making things difficult and she tired and in pain, frustrated and angry at the moment though it wasn't directed at him or as a result of him. As he asked what artists typically do for inspiration, she smirked at his mention of looking at flowers and things, "Maybe some do.. For me, it tends to come from things that happenin my life that effect me one way or another." she would say to him and watch as he rolled his shoulders in a shrug and shook her head slightly with another smirk as he asked if the writings were what she was looking for. "No.. I was looking for you.. More experiences with you, I think you know what I'm talking about.. " she would say to him and fall silent, she watched him, waited to see if that would sink in or was she just going to have to blatantly tell him what she wanted and that he had been like a plague in her head, had left her wanting more, it was forbidden fruit which made it all the more intriguing. 04:10:20 [Dietrich`] Confusion gave gently away to comprehension, and then hardened into grim severity. He pulled back his arms and crossed them on the table before himself, and leveled his gaze austerely at Erinn. “O’Driskle.” He started with fastidious care. “You do realize.” And here he paused to look around the empty space of the library to make sure they were alone—they were, though he dropped his tone lower in any case. “That none of that meant anything? It wasn’t personal. Entirely superficial. Do you understand that?” But he had a feeling she didn’t. She was a young girl, vulnerable and hormonal even at the best of times. And he hadn’t been thinking of the consequences at the time, just his own enjoyment. And enjoyable it had indeed been. He held her carefully in his own gaze, watching for her response. 04:15:06 Erinn could see the comprehension dawning in his features and soon he looked at her grimly. She arched a brow at him as he said her last naame and then waited for him to continue after his pause while he looked around to be sure there was no one around. When he said it wasn't personal, it was entirely superficial, she laughed softly and nodded, "Yes, I do, actually." she would say to him and turn it around on him, "And you do realize that though it is superficial.. You are a Man in a school of boys and I would rather play around with a man than a silly boy that doesn't know what he's doing?" she would smirkat him still, she wasn't plannign to get attached and emotional over anyone, but she had been captured by that kiss, the intensity and experience that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. She folded her arms under her breasts now and waited to see how he wwould respond to that, it was true, she wasn't coming up with some fantasy of a great romance, she wanted something simpler and more easily achieved. 04:24:44 Dietrich` raised a brow and sat back in his seat, surprise clear on his expression. No, he really didn’t think Erinn realized fully what was going on. Girls were always so…emotional. So attached. That wasn’t how things worked for him. Not with this sort of thing. It just wasn’t how he’d been raised. Though ‘raised’ was a pretty generous term. Dietrich raised a hand to scratch at the stubble on his cheek, dropped the hand to drum his fingers on the table, crossed his legs, and uncrossed them again. “Have you ever even been with a boy, O’Driskle?” Yes, for now he was still keeping that formal distance, but it was clear the gears in his head were turning. 04:29:31 Erinn saw him raise a brow, watched as surprise bloomed across his features and smirked a little to herself and shook her head slightly, he clearly hadn't seen that coming. She waited as patiently as she could, she wanted to rest back in the chair and relax but she couldn't, just sitting there as it was hurt, her back stung and ached. When he ran a hand along his cheek then dropped his hand, drummed his fingers, crossed and uncrossed his legs, she seemed quite amused. He was thinking things over, uncertain, debating. Well at least that meant he was taking an interest in the bait, would she hook him? Maybe. As he asked her if she'd ever been with a boy, she sighed and had to suppress a laugh, "Yes, do you really think I'm That Innocent?" she would ask him, now it was her turn to be surprised. 04:39:02 Dietrich` raised a brow and sat back in his seat, surprise clear on his expression. No, he really didn’t think Erinn realized fully what was going on. Girls were always so…emotional. So attached. That wasn’t how things worked for him. Not with this sort of thing. It just wasn’t how he’d been raised. Though ‘raised’ was a pretty generous term. Dietrich raised a hand to scratch at the stubble on his cheek, dropped the hand to drum his fingers on the table, crossed his legs, and uncrossed them again. “Have you ever even been with a boy, O’Driskle?” Yes, for now he was still keeping that formal distance, but it was clear the gears in his head were turning.“I would have no way of telling.” He replied bluntly. Hell, she’d been drunk off her ass that night. What she might be like in the daylight could be something else entirely. “You do of course realize this sort of thing can get me in a lot of trouble?” And now it was his turn to observe her intently. Was she really just after more? Or was she laying a clever little trap for her own amusement? Was the risk worth the potential gain? He drummed his fingers on the table again, thinking. “It is nothing personal, but I do not know if you are worth it.” There it was, the hook to test the waters, a very slight smirk curling his lips. 04:49:40 Erinn listened and nodded to him as he said he had no way of telling, it was true enough, he didn't know her well just as she didn't know him well. That night had been the first they really ever interacted and there had been quite a bit of alcohol involved which could easily have been the only reason she'd acted how she had, but it wasn't. As he said it could get him in a lot of trouble, she nodded, "Yes, that's true, I am away of that." she said simply to him and continued to watch him watching her, it was amusing to her in a sense, to see it all come together, the pieces clicking here and there. Would he go through with it though? She wasn't sure at this point and she arched a brow as he said it was nothing personal but that he didn't know if she was worth it or not. Was that him denying her? Perhaps it was, perhaps not, it remained to be seen. "Only one way to find out.. But, if you're too afraid to test the waters.. " she would trail off and smirk as she reached for her book and pulled it towards her, "Then it would be your loss." she would say to him and shrug, she hid her wince again but her jaw tensed again for a moment before she relaxed once more from the pain and waited to see what he would choose as a devilish grin lit her features then. 05:02:20 Dietrich` shook his head, chuckling lightly. “I do not like taking risks for unknown rewards.” He said plainly. She’d done nothing to alleviate his concerns regarding her trustworthiness, and was doing a bad job at selling herself. Of the two of them, she had approached him, so it would be she that needed to do the convincing as the one that wanted it more. Dietrich might not be the sharpest tool in the shed on many occasions, but he wasn’t bloody stupid. This could far too easily be a setup. He needed to know where her loyalties lay. “But if that is way you want to keep it..” He spread his hands and rose from his seat, as if he intended to walk away from it. 05:10:18 Erinn watched him shake his head and listened as he chuckled, the sound made her smirk a bit as she listened to his words. He wanted to know the rewards? Wasn't that the point of testing the waters? She looked him over as she sat there with him and tilted her head to the side slightly, "Obviously it would need to remain a secret, given the risk you'd be taking." she would say and watch as he got up, she stood up too and would grab his arm to pull him back, if he didn't pull away from her and press him against the wall, lean up while pulling him down a bit to kiss him. Her lips would attempt to capture his, it was a heated fiery sort of kiss, her temper and frustration, all the pent up anticipation that had been building flowed out of her into the kiss as she pressed him back against the wall. She slowed and her tongue would tease along his lower lip before she would let go and step back from him, " Well, I suppose if it isn't worth it.." she would say and trail off with a smirk before she started to walk away from him now. 05:37:37 Dietrich` ’s mouth pulled into a grin when she caught his arm, and he played along, allowing her to guide his back against the wall and pull his grinning head into a kiss. His hand slipped around the small of her back and jerked her sharply forward, holding her there as he leaned into the kiss. They parted and he ran his tongue along his lower lips, savouring her taste for a moment. But he didn’t allow her to escape. Bending his head he caught her lips between his once more, coaxing her into a second kiss, hungrily feeding off of her passion. This time his tongue slipped between her lips just before they parted, a teasing touch along the tip of her own. He gazed down at her, eyes glittering bright and hungry. He licked his lips and smiled. “Hmm, and let’s not forget the risk you are taking.” He said softly, still holding held her hips pressed against her own. There was a mischievous note to his words, his smile turning sly. Hex was not known for its leniency on its students, after all. He’d made his point. Releasing her at last, he allowed her to walk away a few steps before he pushed himself off the wall and called quietly after her. “Oh, Davushka.” He quirked a finger for her to come back. 05:45:52 Erinn could see the grin on his face as she pulled him back to her and she pulled him into the kiss as she pressed him to the wall. when his hands moved to her back, she made a sound of pain and her nails bit into the side of his neck as she pulled away and that pain showed, she'd moved too quickly as it was when she'd pulled him back and pushed him to the wall, then the way he jerked her to him made it worse. She could feel blood oozing down her back as she winced slightly and looked up to him. She saw him lick his lower lip, she had paled slightly and was trying to regain her composure as she stood there and felt him pull her into another kiss, she kissed him back but not as hungrily as the first time, her head was spinning from the pain and she shook slightly in his arms as he hadn his hands on her hips now. She nodded as he mentioned the risk she was taking, she held onto him for support at the moment and closed her eyes as she wavered on her feet and breathed out slowly, her jaw was tense, but soon she looked up to him again and staggered back, he called her some name, "What does that mean?" she would ask him, a look of confusion on her face, her hand was clenched in a fist at her side as she tried to push the pain away but still she felt blood going down her back under the black shirt she worse. 06:00:45 [Dietrich`] Oh, he’d intentionally reminded her of the lashes, to emphasize what might happen to her should she decide to turn this against him. Tough love. “It is same as you would say, ‘Senorita’. It is name for a girl.” He replied, raising his hand to look casually to look at it. Smears of red coated the tips, where he’d pressed against her wound, not visible from where Erinn was standing. He licked his thumb, and then spread both hands on the table before him and leant on them. “Alright. Here’s how it goes. This? None of this has ever happened. It does not exist. Never has. In private?” He drew his shoulders into a shrug. “That is another story. But out here? Anywhere not 100% private?” He gestured vaguely around them, at the room or perhaps what was beyond. “You do not mention it. Not even hint at it, and I do not care how subtle you think you are being. If I catch wind of anything different, all this ends immediately. It stops. Understood?” His eyes serious again, he held her within them until he was certain the message had gotten through to her. Then he straightened again, smiling, and held out his hand for her. “And now why don’t you let me get you something for that?” Once again, the perfect gentleman. 06:08:25 Erinn tensed her jaw as she looked at him, not a hint of apology could be found in him and she narrowed her eyes at him a moment and raised her jaw a fraction defiantly but said nothing as he spoke of the meaning of the word he had used. When he looked at his hand and licked his thumb, she arched a brow but didn't ask why he'd licked her blood, did it really matter? She still felt unsteady, was still pale as her back continued to bleed from being broken open but she listened to him as he spoke. She grabbed the back of a chair for support as he leaned against the table and spelled it all out, she just listened and nodded along to what he said. She understood, it had to stay between just the two of them or else shit would hit the fan for the both of them. If she thought the 30 lashes hurt, they would be a tickle compared to what could happen to both of them if the school found out. She nodded, "Yes, I understand." she said to him as she met his serious gaze, the grip of her hands on the chair was hard, it served two purposes: to help deal with the pain and to help keep her steady on her feet. When he seemed to change from that serious look to suddently smiling, she looked to the offered hand that had her blood on it and took it after a moment as he offered to help her. She let go of the chair and would let him lead her where he would so her back could be tended to. She took a slow breath to try and calm herself, tried to convince herself that it didn't hurt, mind over matter, but it wasn't quite working as well as she hoped it would. 06:19:48 Dietrich` took her hand and led her back through the library. It was only with her grip so firm on his arm that he stopped to consider just how much pain she might be in. It was sometimes difficult for him to distance himself from others, to see from their perspective. Lashes might be a minor matter for someone like him who’d lived through being beaten to within an inch of his life on multiple occasions, but Erinn was a small girl, and delicate. Where he led her turned out to be his desk near the front, where he sunk into the rickety old chair and motioned for Erinn to take a seat opposite. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the lowest drawer, pulling out a glass bottle and a small shot glass. Filling it up, he nudged the alcohol in her direction with a simple explanation of, “Medicine.” Before re-screwing the cap and returning the vodka to its place. It might not actually make her better, but it would make her feel better. What else did she expect? He was Russian, after all, and certainly no healer. 06:28:02 Erinn let him lead her back through the library and tried not to have too bad of a deathgrip on his arm, but couldn't help it, she was in pain and unsteady at the moment. She was sure she'd had worse, but right now it hurt like hell, at least he didn't have to deal with her breaking down and crying or beind hysterical. She was too hard for that, had been lashed before so it was not really something completely new to her, still hurt like a bitch though. She releasedhis arm and made to sit in the chair across from him, she perched on it, oh how she wanted to rest back and try to relax, but she didn't want the pressure on her wounds, it would make it hurt worse. When he pulled out a key she watched him open the drawr and then pull a glass bottle and a shot glass. When he filled it up and pushed it her way, despite the circumstances, she couldn't help but smirk as he said it was medicine. She took it and downed the shot before she set the glass back on the dest and ran a hand through her long, dark hair. She tried not to wince at the further pain moving her arm had caused, what was a little more pain at this point anyways, right? How were the others? She worried about them now, especially Mila, she felt bad for leaving them in there, but she couldn't stand to be in the infirmary she would have rathered an extra couple lashes than be stuck in there. She sighed softly, the alcohol had warmed her and made the pain slightly less intense, "Thank you." she would say to him with a small smile. She was becoming more subdued, she was worn out, in pain, and bleeding but hey, at least there was alcohol.
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Post by Mila on Dec 7, 2012 7:57:45 GMT -5
07:31:50 Xarissa Biiggg sigh. What do you do when you have a cancelled class? Ontop of that, boredom, as well! Boredom had her questioning, just what could she do? Boredom often lead to trouble, and well, everyone knows that trouble originally breeds more trouble. Having spent some time coiled up with a book, at least, until the pages ended, she strayed to return it. Slipping through doors, she set it down quietly on the desk, brow arching at the presumable emptiness of the library, aside from a few students who were busy studying their butts off. Eyes did scan the mystery section, to find it flipped back around. Oh, pout. Little fingers did switch every third book on the rows she could reach, then she made a face. Withdrawing a few, Xarissa took them, wandering off to trade them with books from the romance section. Romance was a mystery, right? Depositing those where mystery novels had been previously, under the guise that she was looking, and comparing. Oh, god, boredom was a miserable thing. It was shame that the only fix was wandering around and making more work in the place of books. She'd go, until the eyes of another student scanned her, and brought her to pause. Lifting a finger to hush the student, she'd haphazardly grab a book off the shelf, and proceeded to find herself a beanbag to drop down into, legs crossed as the youthful student leaned back. Ok, maybe she could entertain herself with the book, maybe...The harmless little, dull prank, though...it wasn't good enough, if you did ask her. She needed something better, or nothing at all. Nothing at all was optimal, as...the book she picked up? It was equally as dull, and the ball of were drifted off, slowly, into a lullaby. Ok, so, she'd spend the rest of her afternoon asleep. Ok! Let's do that. t was better than slowly trading romance and mystery, after all. And she'd decided to pause on that. Why did people want to have to read gross things like soft core porno books? Ew! Like, really. Burn those things. Those aren't books, they're well made firewood. There was enough fire pits around to accommodate romance.
08:01:50 Maebh sat there in the infirmary, at her desk. It was very quiet, with the ticking of a wall clock and the tapping of her pen on the glass desktop. Her eyes fixed in a stare at nothing, really, and her opposite hand rolled her bottom lip between its index finger and thumb. She had actually dressed the way she typically does for work, with a form-fitting knee length skirt, pantyhose with a seam down the back, and a top of some sort. Today it was moss green, and her skirt was grey. A thick belt wrapped itself around her narrow waist. A pair of black pumps covered her feet which one of had been swinging methodically from crossed legs. The nurse sighed heavily as well. She was quite bored as well, having inventoried the med room already, and all the paperwork was already caught up. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind about what she had said to Dietrich yesterday regarding not stopping by the library yet. There didn’t seem to be much more that she could do here in the infirmary, so Mae stood up, smoothed out her skirt over her intoxicating curves, and slid her lab coat back over her body. She left the infirmary, locking the door behind her. Her stride was much more confident and the bounce in her step brought the loose, thick waves of bright red hair to life against her shoulder blades. Her jacket was open as well, and her stride caused the random junk (pens, a notepad, change, keys) in the large pockets to jingle and click together. The sound of her heels clacking against the floor would become a common sound as long as she had been passing through. After a bit of a stroll, Mae found herself entering the library, and she softened her pace greatly. The woman brought a small hand to her face and removed the pair of reading glasses that she wore, folded them, and hung them from the collar of the shirt she wore. She indeed had a lot of things around her neck today, but it wasn’t unusual. A stethoscope, simple necklace with solitary diamond, and her glasses. Her other accessories included a titanium watch that seemed large on her tiny wrist, and an emerald and sterling ring on the middle finger of her right hand. The library was beautiful with the ceilings that seemed to go on forever, the rows of bookshelves, and the large, comfortable chairs and other furniture. She sighed again, it was very welcoming and she could see it becoming a place of refuge. Maebh bit her lower lip in curiosity and made her way further inside. There were some students studying, reading for leisure, and doing whatever. She wasn’t ignoring them, more so continuing to be awestruck. Her gaze broke some as she made her way towards the bookshelves to examine the collection. <e>
08:13:19 [Dietrich`] A solid smack found the side of the dozing Were’s head, startling her from her beanbag slumber, and then she was being pulled upwards by the scruff of her neck. “So.” A voice announced matter-of-factly. “It was you, was it?” The angry face of Dietrich filled her vision, nose-to-nose and glaring at her. “What, you thought I wasn’t paying attention? I saw you switch those books just now…” He gave the girl a little shake. “And I suppose you would then also be one responsible for my missing vodka? Hmm? You have five seconds to try and explain yourself before I toss you in the snow.” He growled.
08:20:47 Xarissa Sleep often brought on dreams, and for Xarissa, sleep and dreams were never good. Well, sleep itself was, for the girl who was prone to stay up most of the night, until she passed out from literal exhaustion, which wasn't always the case. Maybe having her teacher not hosting a class was a good idea, if she were to be falling asleep. Perhaps it was the fact that the library itself, despite the trouble she boredly made within it, was a calming place, that settled her riled nerves. That, and her extensive run yesterday, and she was one tired whelp. Sleep itself, on it's own, was good. Shame that sleep often came with dreams that made her tense, and body uncomfortable. The vunerability on the exterior, that came with the thoughts that ran on the inside. Her dreams often mirrored her life before Hex. Often played out the lies that her step-parents had made to get her to Hex. That she had lost control under a moon, and murdered a gang of teenagers. The nightmares often resided of her on the outside, watching the beast within kill and satisfy itself on the death. Could she ever do that? Then it fluttered to punishment, then furthermore, to the conversation that brought her here. There under false pretenses. How could this tiny, lovely little femme have killed a group of teenagers? Wolf or not. Well, when you put it that way...it's entirely plausible. Which might make reality all the more startling when she's suddenly snapped awake. Sudden was the cry, as her hands fluttered towards her cheek, incoherant mumbled words coming, before she was suddenly wide awake. From deep slumber, to awakeness. And what a scary sight, indeed. Big oceans, so big they could swallow the world came to somewhat focus on Dietrich. "I didn't do it..." She moaned helplessly. She didn't even know what he was talking about. The hands that covered her bruising cheek went to grab at the wrist of the hand that drug her up. "I didn - the books..?" Dumbfounded, she squinted, and a look of realization came across her as she was shaken. "I don't...remember any vodka." The bottle Trix pulled out. The one that she wanted to drink, the one that Xarissa had sipped. The one the Chase had sipped. She'd keep their secret. "The - uh...books...I tidied your desk?" The words were offered helplessly, and weak. "All the books..? I...left you a note." There. There was still the mystery of the mystery section though that she didn't even murmur about. The poor nurse...she'd come to the library out of promise, and now look at what she finds? How wonderful! "Snows not much of a threat." Eventually, she squeezed out, as she rushed to piece it all together. "I mean - " Uhm. "I didn't...do anything." Too late, sweetheart, your sleepy brain has already admitted to a portion of everything.
08:37:01 Maebh Now I must correct myself… It was mentioned that Maebh couldn’t be violent; that there wasn’t a bad bone in her body. This was true…however, Mae was neck deep in maternal instinct. And unfortunately, due to her past, the sound of skin being struck rang very familiar in her ear. Quickly, her back straightened, and that clacking of her heels grew quick and hard as she hurried in the direction. By this time, Dietrich was through with his rant. Mae was in shock to what she had seen. The woman was absolutely furious. This fire sprung forth as she shouted to him, still coming closer as she grabbed at Dietrich’s shoulder and pulled him back. Her accent had grown as thick as if she’d never left, ”Who in Christ’s name do you think you are, striking a student??” Her rage had gotten a little bit of her and ran with it as she took a long look at Xarissa’s face before spinning around and facing Dietrich again. She placed her hands on her chest and with elbows locked she shoved him into a bookshelf knocking some books down. His shirt had been balled up into her fists. She hissed and leaned as close to his face as she could and spoke through clenched teeth. ”I don’t care what she did. If you ever touch her or another student, I will ensure that you will never lift a finger, or any other limb, for the rest of your life.” The nurse left the librarian where she placed him and turned to crouch down and examine Xar a little more closely. She cautiously reached out and touched the fiery-hot, tip of her ear that had begun to break out in petechiae. ”May we ice this?” Her brows lifted and her eyes drooped in concern, the pools of green darting from the part of her head he had struck and the tip of her ear that caught some of it. <e>
08:57:30 [Dietrich`] “Yes, on my desk. Which just happens to be the same place my vodka vanished from. Replaced by water no less.” As if he wouldn’t notice! Oh, snow wasn’t much of a threat, was it? “How about a nice dip in the loch instead then? Does that sound nice? Give it up, I just saw you rearrange—“ It was just about then that Maebh entered the scene, screeching like the matron mother she was. Dietrich twisted to look with some confusion upon her storming approach, releasing the back of Xarissa’s shirt and neck as he turned at the hand on his shoulder, not from the force of her pull but rather so he could intercept further violent action on her part by casually keeping her at arm’s length, with a hand on her chest. “What the hell are you on about.” He shot back at her, dark brows scowling. “That was hardly even a slap. If I wanted to hurt her I would have done so!” His own voice was raising now in response to her hysterical screaming. God, women were bloody crazy! “How I choose to reprimand students in the library I am held responsible for, is none of your business. Or would you prefer I said her down to dungeons for some lashes from Fritzl instead?” There was a threat at the edge of his words there. She could let him do things his way, or he could do it the school’s way instead. The latter was far less pretty. Who the hell was she to try and threaten him anyway? Ignoring the absurdity of it all he turned to Xarissa and pointed a finger at her. “You, come here.”
09:04:16 Xarissa The more she thought about him speaking about the vodka, the more she felt she should own up to it, before he had time to snoop around and find Chase, and accuse him, or even accuse Trix for finding the bottle and thinking about it, in the first place. "...I was curious." The were tried to cover. She'd drank before. "A cold bath wouldn't be bad." She took a deep breath. Ok, stop. Bite your tongue. Go back to sleepy drawlings, they're less troublesome than the sharp tongue she developed when it came to being punished. "You should be thankful I tidied your desk...I hate cleaning." And then, she was free. Crumpling, she reached to rub her neck, unsure whether to rub her neck, or hold her head. Both would be fine. She cringed somewhat, at the threat of lashes. The thing she'd always taken over cleaning. Cleaning, for gods sakes. How many had she racked up from that? Tender fingers kept a hold over the side of her head. It wouldn't bother her for long, nor would the ache that it that it caused. She made a small face when the nurse reached to touch her head, then quietly shook her head. "It'll be alright." It was just something on the surface. "Give me a little while, and you won't even know it happened." Wide awake, definitely, by this point, no longer absorbed in her dreams. All in all, she probably deserved it for being so 'helpful.' Judging by the nurses words though, Xarissa found it safe to assume the woman wasn't accustom to the fact that the students were often lashed. All she could hope was that he didn't turn his temper about Xarissa's doings, towards the other staff member. Maybe it was why she murmured out, loud enough, and clear enough to just be heard. "I did wrong, I deserve whatever I have coming to me." 'Cept cleaning. She'd go tooth and nail against that. If more to keep him from giving the nurse a verbal lashing, Xarissa got up quietly onto her feet, and arms wrapped around her tiny frame, the wolf moved to heel, head hung.
09:43:11 Maebh knew what punishments were allowed at the school, so she did indeed back off. Again, Mae smoothed out her skirt and composed herself. She wasn’t completely aware of the situation – what Xarissa had done or hadn’t done. Stepping back, she had to clear her throat and choke back some emotions. She would let the librarian discipline Xar and she wouldn’t interfere. The woman knew that once she came here, the life she had lived outside of these walls wouldn’t ever have to consume her anymore. But the scars that the outside world had left on her were a bit harder to leave at the gate. Her heart ached, so she nodded to Dietrich. ”My apologies.” She cleared her throat again, regained her professional posture, and walked away. Her hands slid into her pockets and her fists were clenched so tightly that fingernails dug into her palms. The library grew increasingly hot, and her breath grew rapid and deep. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a grand idea to visit the library. Her footsteps were quick as as she hurried out of the library and back to her comfort zone – the infirmary. As soon as she left the library she could feel tears building and stinging the corners of her eyes. Within minutes she was within the infirmary’s walls and the door was slammed shut behind her. Immediately, Mae began ripping sheets from the beds. Her heartbeat thumped in her ears and she muttered many things, mostly about keeping to her own business and forgetting the past and how stupid she had been. Not a single tear fell, however. To calm down and distract herself, she began flipping sheets into the air to straighten them, remaking the beds. Her hands smoothed over the mattresses, removing any wrinkles in the linen. Like a born behavior, she made 45 degree corners and tucked edges in tightly with the right amount of length needed for the bed to be made properly. As soon as she was finished, the woman had calmed down and bit and returned to her desk. Reaching in her pocket, she removed her keys. After a bit fumbling through them, Maebh retracted a small gold key from the group and unlocked a bottom drawer to the desk. Inside rested a bottle of whiskey, as well as other odds and ends that she intended to remain secret. After quickly finished what little amount of coffee was left in her mug, the nurse filled the mug with the whiskey and set the bottle on her desk, knowing that the mug would need refilled. She leaned back in the office chair, crossed her legs, and took a long, dark drink. <e>
09:47:49 Dietrich` nodded to Maebh and turned his attention back to Xarissa then. At least she had the presence of mind to set her crazy aside. Eyeing his little perpetrator Dietrich folded his arms across his chest. “Hm, and was ‘tidying’ also what you were doing when your turned the mystery section around? I spent two days re-organizing that. You know how far behind I—“ Dietrich stopped himself and shook his head. “Come on. You are going to run a few laps around the loch for me, and when you are done and rid of all that troublesome energy, you are going to find a way to reimburse me for the Stoli that you stole.” He hadn't even realized Maebh had slipped away, quiet as a ghost.
09:54:53 Xarissa Her eyes cast towards the nurse as she reliquished, and left, then back towards Dietrich, biting her bottom lip. "...I -" He knew, he obviously knew. How the hell did he know that she'd done that, and touched his vodka? She didn't know, and she wasn't going to ask, but, she bit her lip, and couldn't help but to try to hide the smile that was appearing on her face. Just as quick as it happened, she wiped it off, bringing her hands together to twirl her thumbs like the innocent schoolgirl she was suppose to be. "At least you're busy?" She murmured sweetl, then bit her tongue. Nope, not funny, not a very good time to be making jokes, either. So, he wanted her to go and run laps around the loch? He was telling the little wolf, to run laps? "We might be there for awhile." She announced, as she turned, and began slow steps towards the exit of the library. "...I'm not cleaning, if that's what you have in mind." Adamant. She would not be dusting, or tidying, or rearranging, or organizing, none of that nonsense.
10:05:59 [Dietrich`] Apart from Xarissa all but admitting to most of it, once he’d spotted her switching around books in the Romance section much like they had been in the Mystery section on Monday, putting together the pieces wasn’t exactly difficult. Besides that, he had proof that Xarissa had been around his desk, and once he confronted her about the vodka, she admitted it. That was all the proof he needed. “I am busy enough without your help.” He growled. And indeed if he got four hours of sleep a night, it was a lot. Of course, not all of it was tending to the library. “And don’t worry, I’ll bring a book.” He took her by the nape of the neck and started marching her from the library. He did actually stop to snatch up a textbook, but then they were marching again.
10:10:30 Xarissa Well, he wasn't going to go running off to anyone else. Problem solved, right? Right. All of it was on her, and the others involved, whether entirely or not, were safe and could avoid any measily punishment. Then again, laps. Maybe they could use the exercise. The thought made her snicker once more, her hands coming up over her mouth, to avoid letting that seap out. "You positive? I did make sure you had a nice, clean desk." Ok, she had done a very good job with that. She'd arranged the returns into groups, to be put where they were respectively meant to go, and any papers that needed signing, were arranged by the date they were needed, priority on top. She'd done a good job in her boredom! "Am I confined to two feet?" She asked, nose crinkling as her neck became another helpless victim, as she was marched outside. No jacket? No problem! She had a fur coat. "You know..." She arched a brow. "You're just ordering me to do something I'd do anyways, later."
10:20:35 [Dietrich`] “You stole my Stoli.” He growled in reply, as if that was far worse than anything else she could’ve done, and certainly not erased by something as mundane as a neat clean desk! “What?” What about two legs? And then it clicked. Oh, right. He looked down at the girl a bit oddly and suppressed a slight tremor. “Um. Yes. Two feet.” He confirmed for her. “Shut up and run.” He grumbled irritably, releasing her once they were beyond the courtyard outside and heading down to the loch. “That rock there is your starting point. You do laps until I tell you to stop. If you stop before I tell you to, I’ll throw you in the water.” And with that he waved her away, wandering his way over to the exact rock he’d picked out for her and taking a seat upon it, crossing one leg over the other.
10:24:35 Maebh had gone through about half of the 16 oz mug. The longer she sat and thought about what she had done, the more she agreed with Dietrich disciplining the student. Unknown to the rest of them, Mae had noticed a lot of what they were up to. It’s easy to be invisible when all you do is stitch people up. Or maybe it was just easy for Maebh because she was very subtle and soft spoken. No, her behavior in the library was not soft-spoken whatsoever, but it wasn’t her usual behavior, either. Why on earth did she do that? It had been nearly a decade since she had lashed out on anyone. The mug was finished now, and either the drink or the thoughts, or the combination of the two, led the woman to putting on her outerwear and locking the infirmary doors behind her once again. She had slipped on some knee-high boots, a white peat coat, white hat, and matching gloves. The tied the belt of her coat tight around her waist and slipped a moderately sized, recently filled flask into her coat pocket. Yes, she had overheard him yelling about his vodka. Hopefully he enjoyed whiskey as a peace offering. Mae sortof assumed that someone who would get that upset over booze wouldn’t be extremely partial – especially when they behaved as if they missed it dearly. The woman was picky about specific types of alcohol. She was Irish. She had learned from her father and brothers that as long as if made you warm and made anytime an appropriate time for a song, it was a good drink. While she remembered her long-gone family, she had made her way to an exit. She pushed the heavy door open, and the bite of the cold latched onto her. She had also overheard a part of the punishment involving Xar running around the loch, so that is where Mae’s footsteps led her. She spotted the man on the rock, and the student beginning her run. She even picked up her own pace and trotted over to him. Behind him she stopped, and much more gently touched his back. ”Mr. Vostok?” She spoke gently as well, unaware of how angry he may still be. Her eyes trailed down to the snow at her feet. Reminding herself that she was not a student, she lifted her gaze quickly after and looked at him directly, arms folded across her chest. <e>
10:26:54 Xarissa "...What? Yes, I just asked if I had to run on two legs, or if I could use all four." The odd look, she couldn't help it. There was a very wolfish grin that appeared upon her lips, as she gave him a soft growl. A throaty, primitive noise. Oh, she had to. Especially when he stumbled over his answer. Once told to run, Xarissa sighed, and took on a few steps, starting into a jog towars the rock. Laps til he told her to stop, if not, she'd go in the water? She just had to test him. No sooner had he sat down, had Xarissa come to a full out stop, and looked at him defiantly. Should he decide he was going to get up and head after her? Oh god, did she ever put the run on, and even better, several steps into it, the furred creature that had her tumbling down, took forth to the present, despite being told not to. She wasn't taking this seriously, it appeared. Of course, the tap on his shoulder might save the now wolf from her punishment as she began to lope off to begin laps around the lake, leaving a pile of shredded cloth in her wake. This was too much of a game, and...well, stretching the beast? It felt good, it always did. It took more 'troublesome' energy, too.
10:53:40 Dietrich` slipped the book out of his cargo pocket where he’d stuck it, and just as he opened it up and glanced over the top, he spotted Xarissa stopping to stare back at him. “I said run, Morgenstern. If I have to get up from here I will not be very happy.” But she started running, thankfully, so Dietrich sat back and prepared to make himself comfortable. Only at that point he caught the shuddering, flickering movement, like a gentle fall and then the universe rearranged itself so that there was a wolf running, and not a girl. “Oh for the love of—“ He snapped his book shut again and made to get up, only to pause in startlement when he felt a hand tap his shoulder. “Oh, uh. Miss Maeb. Just…one moment.” Setting the book down on the stone where he’d sat, he got up and fell into a quick run, heading down to the edge of the shore where Xarissa had just run past. This was going to be annoying. Here the lock stretched out a long amoeboid limb into the surrounding terrain, a leg Xarissa would have to run around but which he could wait for her to round at the opposite shore, and still be close enough to execute his magic. Planting his feet solidly, Dietrich sucked in a large breath and let it out through his teeth. Reaching within, he touched the Source and started gathering his power. His gaze narrowed upon the bullet-form of Xarissa streaking around the bend, and just as the distance between them was as close as it was going to get, Dietrich sent out the leash of his power. She would feel a sensation like something wrapping around her legs, locking them up, and then she would likely go tumbling face-first into the icy sludge surrounding the lake. But Dietrich wouldn’t stop there. Just as soon as she was tumbling, he’d send more magic into the tether, strengthening it, and with a good deal of exertion, lifted her up into the air. Then, with one quick jerk, for he couldn’t hold her at this distance for long, he sent her body careening into the icy waters of the loch. Wasn’t he a charmer.
11:05:00 Xarissa This was a game, this was all a game. Telling a wolf to run, wasn't going to do anything but exercise it, and exercise the aspen she did. Ears perked, then flattened into her scruff, blocking the wind from tickling the hairs inside of her ears, as she extended the slender, pawed legs she was given. It was truly graceful, watching the movment, the ripple of muscle beneath the furred surface. Ribs expanded and contracted with the controlled breaths of the little wolf, as she took bliss in the large lap, avoiding where her paws sunk too far. It was when her legs were caught, that she let out a pitched whine, and glimpsed downwards, the animalistic portion of her brain not quite understanding what was going on as her body did a less than elegant tumble. Feet spread, trying to catch herself, before she found herself dipped in the water. She stayed under for awhile, until the soaking wolf found it's way to the edge, and pried itself out. With a shake, she rippled, and the tell tale signs sent the young femme into a soaping wet figure clad in nothing but tight spandex about the bust and hips. Leanly muscled, and heavily scarred, she walked over with her arms crossed heavily. Rather than proceed to run, the trembling frame dropped herself to sit on the rock he had previously been on. Firmly, she announced, "I'm done running." If she were to run with her muscles as cold as they were, it would do her more damage that good. Crossing her legs, as the light sheen of water turned icy as it dripped off, she'd eye him, then glanced towards the nurse, then back towards him again. And, up went his book, into her hands. She took great care not to set it on her damp thigh, though, and get the spine, or pages wet. No. Xarissa respected books, she would not intentionally ruin one. "And your vodka has been replaced, by water." A little bitter about being dumped in the water, was she? Maybe. Maybe. Just a little...Well, she should have suspected he'd hold up to his words, he had after all, cheated.
11:18:57 Maebh had quickly put the flask away that she had taken a sip or two out of while Dietrich went after the young wolf. She innocently scratched at her nose whenever Xar had returned. Her brows lifted and the soaking wet girl sitting on the rock before her. What were she to say?? This wasn’t her mess. It was Dietrich’s. A big part of her started to believe that he was treating the student this was for a good reason. No one would subject a student to this for amusement, would they? Maebh almost held back a laugh at the whole mess. As a nurse, she didn’t realy worry about punishing any of the students. She just helped put them back together. So, what a situation she was in. Also, with the way her mouth had gotten her yelled at as well back in the library, she wasn’t going to take that pathway again. She sighed heavily and folded her arms again. She wanted to ask if every student was this defiant, or if it was just a cry for attention? No. Though the nurse was very subdued about her attitude, her thoughts were like any other. Some fun, some cruel, some dirty. Yes, she could do that, too. Her legs grew a bit colder, the bitter winter air almost being attracted to the silk stockings. She began to wonder if she should apologize, or leave Dietrich to whatever it was he was failing to instill in this girl. Whatever it was that she had done, Mae had a strong feeling she would continue to do it. <e>
11:33:38 [Trix] The previous night had been a nightmare come true for the Fae. A terrible event that had marred her, and jarred her equally in life, sending her down a path of torture that one could only imagine. And what for? Because she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The food fight hard started just as she arrived at the Crux table. Immediately she had tried to leave before things grew out of proportion and she almost made it until Dryke called out her name along with several others. She hadn’t even held a morsel of food and she was pulled in, blamed with the others. Pixie had tried to stand up for Trix, but received the same punishment - while Jake and Emri had tried to take the punishment on the whole for everyone, but that had failed also. Trix was inexplicably implicated with no way out. Though rumours would soon spread about how Trix hadn’t done a thing - that her punishment was unjust and unfair, no one however, could say a thing. The aftermath of the lashes, 30 in total was a blur for the usually delightful Fae. She had slipped in and out of consciousness while in the infirmary until Jacinth had offered to assist them all with a miracle. It was a secret to be kept. One that could not be spoken and Trix, who was in immense pain couldn’t say no. So like the others, she too had been healed secretively, before bandages had been administered to cover up where the wounds had been. Healed on the outside, but not on the inside, the night would not be forgotten anytime soon by the Fae. Slender and slight, she shuffled her way outside without her coat and hat, or mittens. Hair was pulled into a braid, which slithered down the front of her bodice of her tartan dress. The shirt underneath was loose, but still readily felt upon her back so on occasion she’d wince. She couldn’t let anyone find out she’d been healed for it would only lead to more trouble, and this was something the Fae, more than ever, needed to stay away from. Her walk was long and slow, in fact she’d been at it already for some time as she meandered her lonely form down toward the courtyard. Fresh air was appreciated as the delightful creature inhaled, though there was something very different about the girl this morning. Her eyes were pale, more so than usual and the glow from her cheeks had faded, her ruby lips appeared nude, without the coloring of her usual pallor. Classes were done for the day, which was a good thing. Trix had barely been able to sit in the classroom and paying attention had been most difficult which was very unlike the young Fae. No Trix, regardless of the physical healing was still hurting very much on the inside.
11:36:02 [Dietrich`] “Come here.” He announced once she was out of the water, and stalking away. He thought he’d have to battle with getting her to resume her human form, but Xarissa ended up doing the work for him. “You are done when I say you are done.” He informed her calmly. “Now put down my book and come over here. Brush yourself with snow to get rid of the excess water. I want you to give me some pushups. Once you’re nice and warmed up, you can have a go at running again.” He smiled grimly at her, and crossed his arms. Well, if she didn’t want to get wet, then she shouldn’t have done what he told her not to, right? She had decided to test him on his word, and he wasn’t about to back out on that. She shouldn’t have tried if she weren’t prepared to bear the consequences she had been duly informed would come. If she got sick, it wasn’t his fault any more than it would be a manager’s fault if a customer got hurt by ignoring the labeling on the packaging. And yes, I had noticed.” That had been particularly unpleasant, tossing back a swig expecting alcohol, only to find water. That was one hell of a cruel joke to play on a weary man.
11:40:55 Pixie slipped out of the infirmary as early as she could, clutching her turtle shell backpack like a lifeline, a teddy bear. Her back is healed, but her mind has been mangled. Children punished like criminals by the people that should be protecting them. The solution is: the strong children must become the protectors. Inside the quiet of her room, Pixie sets out making copies of the precious tape—the next few days will be dedicated to hiding them throughout the castle, mailing one to somewhere outside of their damned prison. She only has time to scrub the evidence of her tears from her face—smeared mascara and eyeliner like sweaty war paint after the battle—before it is time to face the world again. The tiny she-wolf does not put on more makeup, does not don her usual boisterous clothing or attitude. Her vapid princess act is over. Once outside, Pixie hunches into her leather jacket, stuffing her hands into the semi-warmth of her pockets at she trudges towards the wood pile.The lovely Fae is already present, preparing to enact their continued punishment, but looking all the more tragic. The younger dame hefts an axe and regards Trix. Asking if she is okay would be pointless; they are healed, but none of them is okay. “Hi.” Her voice is small as she makes her first swings to the log.
11:42:57 Xarissa Really, Xarissa wasn't always like this. No, she always become rather resistant when it came to punishment. She always had at home, and she had here. Well, with an exception, but she had learned that that was one thing she couldn't get out of, and game to terms with it. There was things that even the young girl found silly. This was silly. The nurses innocent nose scratch, that made the wolf chuckle, but it came out in puffs of white breath, and shuddering noises. Oh, she was chilllly. She'd probably move and crack. She lifted her eyes up towards him, as he spoke to her, tellng her to go there, and she was done when he said she was done. She got up, and quietly moved over to him, where she knelt, and obediently allowed herself to become flaked with snow. On her way up, she'd gather a handful, to throw in his face, followed by a firm, "I said, I was done running." Her hands were mounted on surprisingly feminine hips, defiant. "If you want me to run, then you, can strip down to your gitch, hop in the lake, and come running with me. It'll be like gym class." Xarissa, just shut...up. "I'm glad you did. I'd feel rather sad for you, if you didn't have tastebuds to enjoy such a delicious treat."
11:51:52 [Trix] The previous night Trix had seen Pixie with Jeremy and thought the two were flirting. I had caused a jealousy in Trix like she hadn’t known before, but that was all forgotten now. The she-wolf had indeed stood up and spoken out against Trix’s punishment due to her innocence, and in turn had received the same lashes as Trix because of it. The pale Fae was more respective of Pixie now, thinking if Jeremy liked the She-wolf, then it would be a good choice for him. Of course, Trix didn’t know the real reason why Pixie and Jer had been talking. Her eyes landed on the younger girl’s form. Knowing too that Pixie had been healed, it was a relief in some ways because she felt responsible for Pixíe’s pain. Responsible for the lashes the girl had received on Trix’s behalf. “Hey” she commented back, offering the girl a slight nod with a very vague smile before finding a bench in the courtyard to sit down upon, making it look like more effort than it should. This was the first time Trix had ever lied about anything while at Hex. She was deathly afraid of someone finding out, it was almost as if she could still feel the lashes upon her back. It was certainly a pain she’d not forget. “ I wanted to thank you. For speaking up yesterday. You didn’t have to do that. And I’m really sorry you got pulled into things too, Pixie.” She spoke with a saddened tone to her voice. It was almost as if the Fae had lost a part of her life, her special glow. It had been ripped from her by the lash the night before. “I really am sorry..”
12:00:01 Pixie is no mind-reader—the thought of her interactions with Jer being on the Fae’s mind is wrlds away from Pixie’s musings. The she-wolf doesn’t have a drive for a mate. She may fuck people, but the jaded little female has a cold heart for relationships when prodded. Her decision to stand up for Trix hadn’t been a decision at all—oddness and shock-value aside, the Were is painfully moral. Her views of the way a Pack should be caused her fierce actions, and strangely, she doesn’t regret it. Pixie crooks her leg and sits upon it on the bench, a meaty barrier to some of the cold. She reaches out to the tragic Fae, wrapping both arms around the crook of her elbow and resting her head on Trix’s shoulder. A strange gesture for normal people, but the youth believe touch is important for Pack bonding, and Trix is her Pack. “I did have to do it. This place is wrong. Don’t be sorry. We are going to make them sorry,” she whispers. Her conviction is admirable, but their foes are so powerful.
12:08:10 [Trix] Trix didn’t make friends easily. She made acquaintances, but over the last few weeks, she’d steadily been getting closer to a select few of people that had come into her life. Pixie being one of them after what she had done the night before. Pixie deserved Trix’s trust. There could have been no ulterior motive for Pixie doing what she did other than trying to help Trix. She had earned the Fae’s favor, and ultimately compassion for the pain the She-Wolf had experienced. She stiffened slightly when Pixie motioned in for a hug, wrapping her arm around Trix in a comforting manner. Trix kept her arms lowered, her hands upon her lap, fingers wedged together. Surprising enough she wasn’t cold, considering she didn’t wear her coat or hat, and was simply out just in her uniform. The cold didn’t seem to be affecting her, though it was - Trix just couldn’t feel it at the moment for the fear of God had been placed in her. She’d closed off her feelings in a protective measure so not to have to suffer through the pain. Pixie’s words echoed in her mind.. We’re going to make them sorry... She wanted to ask further on it, but was afraid they would be overhead. Ears and eyes were everywhere in Hex. Trix was more paranoid now than before. But she did lower her voice in agreement, a slightly rebellious thought running through Trix. Perhaps this whole episode was a part of her awakening she’d recently been going through. “I hope so..” She quipped, “They deserve it. I just don’t know how..”
12:14:50 Maebh that was new, the snow throwing. Maebh’s brows lowered in a bit of unsure anticipation at what Dietrich was going to do about that little outburst. Her fingers rolled her bottom lip again as she attempted to side step to the rock that both had been sitting on at one point. The woman did stumble slightly, but shifted her weight and corrected herself, praying that no one noticed. Her body was growing warmer, however. She would have pulled her knees to her chest, but her attire wouldn’t let her. Instead, she pulled them off to her right side, the stone feeling like ice against the parts of her legs that her coat hadn’t covered. Another long drink from the flask and Mae reminded herself that this was a peace offering for Dietrich and to stop drinking it. Dietrich was handling himself and this unruly student well, but Mae’s confidence was growing with each swallow of whiskey. Should she leave before she ends up rolling around in the snow with Xarissa? Watching what would unfold was far too interesting. She would just have to remind herself to sit back and not get involved…and dammit quit drinking. Her tummy grew warmer and her hands tingled from the alcohol. It grew more evident to others because she would chuckle light at the words exchanged between the two and then made it more obvious that she was attempting to hide it. <e>
12:19:45 Pixie ’s hands shake faintly, either from cold or rage or terror, as she lights a thin clove cigar, the scent not at all unpleasant. Even though the Fae has been released from the wolf’s clinging hug, the little creature still sits very close. Mostly unbeknownst to the targets of Pixie’s fierce loyalty, friendship with the short girl is taken to sacred sister- or brotherhood; it would be easy for someone the now trusts to betray them all, especially if she does blabbing any of her plans before they have fully formed. The tragedy of justice is that Pixie needs other people to agree and help in their revenge—she needs to talk to Jake, maybe Ignatius and definitely Xarissa. Instead of expounding further on her schemes for the delinquent war, the she-wolf exhales a stream of smoke and ducks her head to lock eyes with her Fae companion. “What matters is they didn’t break us. They didn’t break you, Trix. They want us to be broken from what they did, and the fact that we have our friends is going to keep us from crumbling to bits. We won’t be docile for them. People think a pack is only as strong as its weakest link.” Pixie stands up restlessly, smoking more frequently with her nervousness. “A pack makes all of its members stronger. The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.” She turns her eager doe-eyes, glinting with her wild ambitions of justice, back to Trix. She has to understand.
12:19:56 Dietrich` flinched slightly to the side at her tossing up the snow, which meant that he only got some on the side of his face. It didn’t seem to bother him, as he just brushed it away carelessly. “You do not get to choose your punishment.” He said coldly, his eyes which had been comparatively warm up until now, had turned icy. “And if you refuse to pay the price for your actions with this, then I’ll be forced to go find you a punishment you can’t get out of.” Yes, Dietrich was done playing. He could be lenient towards her, but he didn’t like being toyed with. And he had finite patience. Patience which was very swiftly running out. “Be sure that that is what you want. There will be no going back, after. Last chance.” He cast a sideways glance at Maebh at a sudden outburst of stifled giggling, but turned his attention back to Xarissa. That was the other thing. The woman had come out here to him for some reason, and Xarissa’s childish antics were causing her to have to wait out here in the cold, by holding Dietrich up.
12:27:31 Xarissa The stumble caused her to glance over her shoulder, the her attention returned, without waver, back to Dietrich. She shouldn't be challenging a staff members authority, but, he was just the librarian, what was he going to do to her? "You know, come to think of it, I never have gotten to choose my punishments, but, I've always gotten out of the ones that I don't like, and I've yet to be told to do something I like, as punishment." This was the girl they'd locked in the cells for trying to go on an adventure. The girl who at one time wore a back so red it looked like a shirt. She might be pushing it, but, she reached up, standing on her toes, to rather kindly, brush the snow off of his shoulders before it could melt and dampen his shirt. "Something I can't get out of..." She took a deep breath. "I've already been shut up in the cells." That had been the only thing, aside from the lashes, that she had been unable to get out of. "Well, like I said, you can strip to your gitch, hop in the lake, and run with me. I'll pretend your the gym teacher, and all will be hunky dorey, right?" The game wasn't so much of a game anymore, but Xarissa was scared of backing down. Something kept egging her on, despite how much she kept whispering to herself, that she needed to stop. Again, she flickered her eyes over her shoulder, catching the little giggles. She wanted to tell the nurse she should be quiet, but...if she found this amusing, who was she to tell her, to shut up? So. Back to him. "So, what'll be? We going to run, or are you going to put me in some magical punishment that I can't get out of?" Cue the wiggly magic fingers, that she instantly stopped, as she sucked up her breath. Stop. Once more, stop. No, she'd gone too far, and she had to see it through. Looking for reasoning, she again told her, it was 'cause she was protecting the other people who might have maybe gotten caught up with one small part of this. From here, she kept her lips quiet, in order to 'listen' up, like the good girl she was suppose to be.
12:35:23 [Trix] They didn’t break you.. Were there words that echoed in the Fae’s mind. She certainly felt broken. Like all the pieces of her didn’t fit anymore. Just when she thought she was getting it all together, this had to happen. Her face was morose, though she would not cry - she was ashamed she’d cried while getting the Lash, for it was one thing Trix never did in front of anyone. Until last night. Frost like breath exhaled from her lips as she blow a breath of air through pale lips, her shoulders sagged in the way she sat upon the bench. Fingers fidgeted together, keeping them busy as she sat, while her usually bright hues failed to find the blue hue within them that so ordinarily lit up the day. She was bleak. Pale, yet so seemingly innocent - like a lost waif, a lost child looking for the right place to be. Part of her wished Jeremy was around. Not to belittle Pixie, but just the male had a way of making her forget things, bad things.. He was good for Trix, even if the feelings weren’t reciprocated. He was her best friend in the school and his presence would have truly made a different at the moment. Though Pixie’s strong conviction, her words - the pack loyalty all of it made sense to Trix. The strong stand together, undivided. The weakness is what sets them apart. Her gaze followed the younger girl as she paced, while she mused on her thoughts. It was different for the Fae, for typically she was a loner. She knew many people, but hardly anyone truly knew her. She was a wallflower who was always in the background, never a front runner like Pixie was making her feel to be. “But I’m not a Wolf. I’m not even a shifter..” She explained, thinking that packs and such things were meant only for those race of people. She didn’t understand that Pixie viewed her as one. They didn’t break you.. -- No, she was alive. She wasn’t even in physical pain but the damage had been done. Abuse and belittled by the Professors, the very same who appreciated her for the hard work, the way she always did her homework, the way she always helped others - Trix had been betrayed. And within that seeded feeling of woe, a tiny spark began to light, a flame of anger that while small, would grow readily with each passing moment. “No. They didn’t break me. I’m still alive. As are you.”
12:43:40 Dietrich` ‘s gaze had gone from being icy to glacial. Hand tightening into a fist until his knuckles were white, he had to thoroughly resist the urge to drive a punch into her stomach for her stupidity. Had she been an older boy rather than such a wiry little girl, he would not have resisted. He very nearly hated her for what she was pushing him into doing, but as the saying went, if the ears didn’t wish to hear, then the skin would have to feel. “Very well.” He said quietly, his tone taking on that dangerously low tone it only took when he’d been pressed far too far. No, she really should not have challenged him. That was one thing the man did not respond well to. ‘Librarian’ or not, Dietrich was also a whole lot of other things before that. And most of them he’d been for far, far longer. “Ten lashes, for disregarding authority and refusing due punishment. And grounded for a week for the theft and illegal consumption of alcohol, and for disruptive behavior.” Her sentence delivered, Dietrich promptly turned on his heel and marched away. He was angry at her for that, even worse that she’d done it in front of Maebh, forced him to basically admit that he couldn’t control her, make her listen. And now he would look like the bastard, but she’d left him no other option. Damn it all to hell.
12:46:04 Pixie prowls in a tight area around Trix’s bench. The two females couldn’t be more polar opposites: the Fae’s quiet stillness versus her nervous energy, light and dark, wallflower and skank. Her messy hair gets tossed back like a mane when she snaps her head up to regard the heartbreaking blonde after her comment about not being Were. “This isn’t about Gifts, Trix. They want us to separate ourselves, so that we’re busy fussing over race between each other. We’re sisters in something bigger than wolves and Fae.” She has burned through her spice-scented cigar and stubs it out in the snow with one clunky boot. The smile that spreads on her face at Trix’s realization is not gleeful but grim, determined. The she-wolf sees the same thing in the blonde Fae that Jeremy sees: power, untapped. If she lets that spark breathe into a wildfire, the ragtag band of misfits may well have a chance against the horrendous adults. “Exactly,” is her quiet agreement with Trix’s insight.
12:51:59 Xarissa Hands stayed on her hips. There was something funny about the fact that a big, bad man, couldn't control a tiny, five foot tall female. She might have been five foot one, might. Xarissa was definitely tiny though. With a delicate, doll like body, it easily made one forget there was a wolf beneath the surface, gnashing and snarling. His tone caused her to perk a brow, and she'd step in to listen, as though he'd spoken too low for even her sensitive hearing. "Ten lashes." She repeated, both brows going up. Quietly, she turned, "Ten is just another addition to what I already own." She'd recieved many scars in her time here. Fifty for escaping. Twenty for her mouth, some for skipping classes, and now, another ten to be added to her proudly worn scars. Turning herself back around, she'd cross her arms. "Grounded, huh? Do I get to spend my time with you?" He'd dished out the grounding. Where was she grounded to? Well, guess she'd find out. "Not gonna escort me there? Allllright then, I'll just go this way." Oh, you little bitch. She would literally, start walking her way towards the forest, unless he spoke up, then she would promptly head inside, to go and recieve her punishment. No more outdoors for her. She was going to go batshit crazy.
12:56:15 [Trix] Took the moment to truly sit while Pixie’s words resonated through her mind. It wasn’t about races. It wasn’t about who could do what. As a unit all students stood together against a regime that was pitifully archaic. Trix had always understood the system. Feared the system like they wanted people to do so. She’d never truly questioned it before until now, when she’d been subjected to the system on false claims without any chance of appealing her innocence. There was no justice in the school. Students do bad things. They need to be punished, but corporal punishment was not the way to go about it. It would only drive the students to become more angry. More mad, more resentful just as Trix was feeling inside in that tiny flame that had sparked. It may take time for the anger to full spread, for the Fae was no powder keg, but there was something about her that needed to grow and develop. This lesson being one of many on the quest of her awakening, of coming into herself from being so hidden and reclusive for so many years. The process however had began. “What’s it like being You?” She questioned suddenly, wanting to know more about the girl. The question was one she asked of several people. It helped her to get to know another, depending how much they were willing to give up. “Day to day… you act so strong and outspoken - you seem like a girl that wouldn’t let anything get her down. Am I right or is there more to your story?”
12:59:13 Maebh had overheard everything that Dietrich had said to Xarissa. This time there wouldn’t be any giggling or silliness. It was very sobering to hear the deliverance of her sentence. She hadn’t disagreed. No, he was right in his decision. Mae was certain that Xar would have simply continued to push her limits with him and never understand what the boundaries were. The whole situation was indeed unfortunate. But she believed that misfortune was sometimes a necessity. The woman remained on the large rock, the small frame perched upon it coolly. Her cheeks had turned into a rosy color, and the combination of her skin and hair color made her eyes seem even more distracting as she watched the anger come out of Dietrich. Her brows quirked and eyes darted to Xar as she snapped back at the man once again and the huffed off towards the woods. For a moment, Mae closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. Then, she realized she would be responsible to bandaging up her lashes; and she sighed heavily. It was always sad to be changing dressing on punishments that decorated the student’s backs. Why would they be repeat offenders? This always baffled the kind-hearted woman, like many things here did. There had still been a great deal of whiskey left in the flask. With his anger, however, Mae thought that perhaps she should go back to the infirmary and top it off before giving it to him. She got off of her seat and straightened out her garments before slowly walking back to the main pathway back indoors. She wasn’t moving quickly by any means. With her level of buzz and the slippery snow, Maebh wasn’t hurrying anywhere. <e>
13:03:29 [Dietrich`] At Hex, grounded meant grounded. It meant being confined to classes, mealtimes in the hall and dormitories. And if she thought he’d allow her to spend that time in the library? She was sadly mistaken. He should not have needed to resort to any of that. He’d pound some sense into that thick skull of hers, like his instincts told him to do, but even as a Were she knew she would not withstand a beating well. Not from someone like him, who’d been born into violence and weaned on the blood of the street. He wasn’t listening to a word she said. He didn’t care what she had to say, or what she did at this point. He’d tried to be reasonable, and she’d spat it back in his face. Every single time, this was what happened. Why even bother, if all they would ever do was be ungrateful, selfish little bastards. They weren’t worth the effort he tried to put towards them. Xarissa would get her punishment eventually, and if she hid away in the woods and tried to avoid its delivery, then she’d have Luthor to deal with, and he’d be giving her a great deal more pain than what a few lashes could cause. Dietrich strode straight back to the castle entrance, not even looking up far enough to notice both Pixie and Trix huddled in the courtyard. Of course, in his fury he’d left the book on the rock, and perhaps Maebh would be thoughtful and kind enough to think of bringing it back with her.
13:09:12 Pixie loses her smile slowly, like a melting ice cream cone. A shadow passes over her doe-eyes, which a moment before had been brimming with fiery energy of their scheming warfare. Why would the Fae ask that? For the briefest of moments, there is no mask on the scout’s face: she does not hide the pain, terror, heartache that got her here. Psychologists would have a field day analyzing her behavior: careless promiscuity to counteract molestation as a child, attention-seeking troublemaking because getting noticed for something bad is better than being ignored forever. Her views of how people—children—should be treated likely formed from experiencing the worst of humanity. Her hands shake for a different reason the second time she lights a thin clove cigar. “It doesn’t get me down because I’ve already hit bottom, beautiful,” the wolf says quietly, behind her cloud of smoke. “It’s a peach to be me.” The line is delivered flatly, her passionate conviction gone when speaking of herself. The professors failed to break the tragically young girl because she came here already broken. Pixie is delivered from this painfully uncomfortable conversation by the distant figure of Xarissa, stalking moodily towards the tree line—she calls out to her sister wolf, hoping to get her to change paths towards them. Xar needs to hear about last night.
13:16:49 Xarissa Well, he didn't turn around and look at her, he didn't demand she get outside, and thus...what did that make his punishment, aside from nill and null? Crossing her arms over her very frozen bust, she made a face as the fabric actually made a noise of thin ice crackling, as with the sound of the fabric wrapped around her hips. It was hard not to see her. Her body was pale against the snow, but then there was the harsh black fabric, and the awkward sway of her frozen hair. The sultry saunter of her hips, as she went with defiance. He walked away. His words were empty, f you asked this wolf. Just as she was debating changing to something a little warmer, the beautiful aspen wolf, who was equally as soaked, but much more durable than this would, she heard herself called out to. Turning her gaze towards them, the nearly naked wolf paced over, lifting a hand to give a curt salute. "Make room for a frozen lady?" Trix might find it awkward at first, but Xarissa crawled into her lap, making a soft noise as she made contact with the heat. Oh od, she was so warm. So, so freakin' warm. Hell, even Pixie, when she paced, would find her wrist grabbed, and tugged towards her, to sit, and if that were the case, she'd wriggle her scar ridden body between them, letting out a shaking breath. Now that she wasn't so hot headed, she felt better.
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13:22:58 Maebh indeed had his book in her hands, and she almost called out to him but he seemed to be in a hurry. Plus, he wasn’t dressed as warm as she was, so the nurse wouldn’t want to prolong him getting indoors any longer than the student already had. She thought of Xarissa and wondered exactly how her punishment would be enforced if the girl had simply walked away from him. Her steps moved quicker, as her lips began to burn from the cold air. She reached out and pulled rather hard on the doors that led to where the infirmary could be found and stepped inside. Once the key was found and the door was unlocked, Mae began removing her coat and other outerwear. A quick run of her hand through her hair fixed any pieces that had flown out of place or clung to the knit hat as she pulled it off. She sat down and slipped her heels back on. Almost standing to head directly to the library to return the book, she sat back down and filled the flask again, returning the bottle back to the locked drawer. With no place to really put the flask, she untucked her shirt and slid the cold metal between her skin and undergarment, to the left of her navel. She then replaced her shirt and lab coat. The white, heavy linen of the lab coat, along with it’s length, would conceal the large rectangular shape that formed beneath the waistline of her hugging skirt. Leaving the infirmary for at least the third time that day, Maebh made her way more swiftly and with purpose to the library again, hoping that Dietrich would be found there. Once she had arrived, she took a seat in a large leather armchair near an end table and lamp. She crossed her legs with ease, swinging the top stem gently, her hands folded in her lap while she waited to spot him either walking through the doorway or within the library itself.
13:22:59 Trix , though not withstanding the current situation, is suddenly hit by the sense of having said something wrong. The flat tone by which Pixie responds is enough to indicate so. Immediately the Fae rushes to speak, hurdling out “I’m Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that..” It was a question Trix was always curious about with others. People she was readily getting to know, and most answered it to some degree. Yet, in this particular situation the expression on the younger Wolf’s face is evident enough that Trix had opened up a bottle that should have been left closed. “Í am sorry..” She whispered, lowering her head to peer at her hands once more, still not feeling the coldness from outside despite wearing no jacket, gloves, mittens or boots. Simply in her school uniform, though the chill is evident to others. Trix just seems to be number to it, even though her lips had a faint tinge of blue to them, her nose tip red and her pale face ruddy in complexion due to the winter temperature. Hand rose unceremoniously as to grab hold of the braid, her eyes shifting for a moment, her face near lighting up as Mr. Vostok walks upward, though the male continued as if they’d not been seen, and dishearten Trix, lowers her head once more. Keeping quiet, she turned inward to deal with her thoughts from what had occurred yesterday. Certainly she’d not been in the Great Hall since last night, skipping lunch and breakfast. She is fairly certain she’ll skip supper to as she couldn’t bring herself to walk through the great doors. It brought the fear back to the forefront. Though soon, Xarissa did indeed appear, coming toward the small group before making her way on to Trix’s lap and Trix winced, inhaling a gasp. This did by far, startle the Fae to some degree who felt the cool chill of Xarissa wet form against her, her eyes widening as Trix felt suddenly uncomfortable again to be in such close proximity. She didn’t want to be rude, but she’d remain quiet for the time being, merely letting Xarissa stay but after a short while she spoke. “Shouldn’t you go inside and put some clothes on?” She questioned, concern in her eyes.
13:29:33 Pixie makes an odd noise in her throat when Xarissa comes upon them almost naked, soaking and nearly turning into Ice Wolf Princess. Strangely enough, Pixie first swaps her cigar to her mouth and digs in her turtle shell bag for the retro camera, snapping a quick candid of the two girls piled on the bench. Either and attempt to document some good times as well as the bad—or wanting to gather evidence from one of the few students that still has scars. Immediately after the shutter clicks, however, Pixie dumps the camera and her band on the ground and shrugs out of her leather coat. “What the hell, woman?” is her half-chuckled greeting, either laying the coat on Xarissa’s shoulders or lab before joining the ironic dog-pile on the bench. A grin to both girls, the conversation a moment ago forgiven and best forgotten in regards to Trix. “Who needs clothes when you have warm packmates?” These wolves will make the Fae comfortable with physical contact yet! Where are all the boys to make scandalous threesome jokes? Humorous rumors aside, Pixie gets down to the business of breaking the fucked-up news to Xarissa while they warm her. She speaks quietly and quickly for fear of being overheard by the trees or some-shit. “Last night, and innocent food fight ended up with six of us getting thirty lashes. Trix was innocent, but they wouldn’t listen to any of us and punished her regardless.” There is a pause, before the little wolf drops her voice to a whisper. “It’s time those who hold the whips met some justice.” Sharp eyes briefly note the brightness Trix grapples with when the librarian passes; she will ask later about that, and if he can be trusted.
13:34:59 [Xarissa] No sooner had she crawled on Trix's lap, and squeezed the fem in attempts to steal just a little of her warmth, she spoke up softly. "I'm sorry, I'm just...so cold, and..." Well, two and two , together. She was just looking for warmth. The click of the camera recieved eyes, but she made nothing of it. "I'm sorry." She said again, as she gave the female her personal space back. Xarissa was absolutely fridged, and apologizing. Hopefully the wolf could be forgiven. "Decided to be a little wolfish, then got chucked into the lake...thus the spandex. And, thus the cold." She bit her lip. "Pushed the librarian a bit far, I think...but, that's besides the point. He wanted me to keep running, after he chucked me in." And she wouldn't. WIth the jacket, oh god, she literally purred as she wrapped her tiny self in it, disappearing as much as she could. "I-I should.." But, she was a tough sucker, she'd suck it up. She'd also suck up the sickness she was no doubt probably going to spend a day with. She wasn't going to admit it, but as a whole, Xarissa felt better, with that defiance out of her system. "Unfortunately," she began, "I think now that I've sat, I'm just going to turn into Xarscicle." However, she was already starting to feel bad. "Body heat." Xarissa agreed, then arched a brow as she listened to the words. "Kinda like Patrick...He was just following me, and got whipped and grounded, for my doings. I'm sorry to hear about that, Trix. I hope alls well, the same to you, Pixie." But, if they were lashed, well...hopefully the cold numbed them out. She knew it did for her. "Some of the things we get punished for, is simply retarted."
13:38:36 [Dietrich`] Once inside, Dietrich’s first destination was the library, though he didn’t say. He penned Xarissa’s name and punishment on a piece of paper and slipped it in a small envelope. With it in hand, Dietrich went to hand it off to whoever was responsible for taking it further, organizing the enchanted bracelets and scheduling the lashes down in the dungeon. Having never needed to take things this far (students rarely tried their luck with him), he wasn’t entirely familiar with the process, but no doubt other faculty would come to his aide in due process. With this taken care of, Dietrich was free to return to his workspace, climbing the stairs up to the library with a hot cup of tea and finding, when he opened the door, none other than Maebh waiting for him. At first he paused, confused. Certain that he would get chewed out for ordering lashes for the obstinate girl and not in the least in the mood for it, but then he spotted the book by Maebh’s elbow and he chose to assume the best. “Ah, my book.” He said, closing the door behind him and approaching Maebh. “I had forgotten about it. Thank you for bringing it up for me.” He gave her a brief smile, but didn’t hold it for long. He was just not in a very good mood anymore.
13:46:20 [Trix] The fact that the girls were so close to her was unnerving, but at the same time felt slightly comforting. Trix just wasn’t use to such occurrences, never truly having friends to warp around and just play with from time to time. She had always been a solitary creature and even now felt out of her element. She remained seated for a moment though to allow Xarissa to get warm, while listening to Pixie retell of the evening before. Hearing it spoken curdled that tiny flame that had sparked in Trix, one deep within her gut. She could feel it pulsating as a sense of hate welled up within, though it was just the making of, the near beginnings of things to come on a future path. Perhaps she should ask Jeremy about such things, though the thought doesn’t come to mind currently. As a few minutes, she slowly pushed of the bench, (after posing for the photographs and such), rising to stand. “It’s okay Xarissa. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She commented, while her eyes revealed a darker resource to them, was that anger upon the Fae’s dainty features? Perhaps - though it was difficult to tell with the cold. “It happened. I will not let it happen again. “ She spoke affirmatively as if knowing for a fact she’d never get the lash again and in some ways, it was true. She’d not do anything out of line, nor even sit at the Crux table, or with anyone once she got the nerve to go into the Great Hall. She wasn’t going to associate herself with others while eating, and limit herself to those around her that could pull her into a situation like this again. It was harsh, but she was use to being solitary and now with the two girls being close, Trix began to feel that in some way, she could be pulled in again into something else. “I really should go work on my gifted’s present. “ She spoke suddenly, looking to the two together. “While I’ve got the time. I can’t use my free periods any more due to last night and now having to chop wood.” It would limit her time. “I’ll be back in a bit.” The words given, the woman turned, still dressed as she was, as she motioned out of the courtyard, taking small steps to do so. The ground beneath each foot was melted of snow as she called upon the Earth below to heat up in her steps, so that her shoes and toes didn’t get wet. She manoeuvred this way and would continue on her path until she reached the forest.
13:53:13 Maebh heard footsteps approaching, and smiled some when she saw that it was Dietrich. She watched him take the book and she stood. No, she hadn’t come to him to give him an ear beating or anything like that. Maebh had been very wrong about the way she yelled at him and even…attacked him. Though it wasn’t much of a physical altercation between this petite healer and the strong build of a man earler, if it were reported to the right people it would definitely be an assault. She realized that she hadn’t even read the title of the book that he had grabbed, but that it had given her a reason to approach him. Since she didn’t want to be waving alcohol around in front of students or (more importantly) give away the fact that she had consumed a decent amount of that alcohol, Mae reached out and touched his upper arm, somewhat guiding him further toward a less congested wall. ”Would it be alright if we spoke privately?” Her accent had still been strong and her r’s had the heavy Irish curl to them along with the cut of her t’s. Her eyes glanced about the other student’s that occupied the library, especially since they had kept private eyes on the librarian and nurse since the incident. After a few moments, her delicate hand slid off of his arm and back into her pocket as she waited for a response. <e>
13:54:32 Pixie watches the Fae leave with a strange fondness. She is proud to see a spark of anger—hatred—in the docile wallflower. Thank heavens she is not a mind-reader, or she may actually become offended that Trix thinks association with her will get the Fae in more trouble. It is a completely logical line of thinking, but still. Her focus is set on the more important task of warming the Xarscicle, huddling with the other tiny she-wolf on the bench. It really would be pertinent to get the dainty wolf girl inside, warm, and in real clothes, but Pixie is not about to insult her toughness by suggesting it again. Xarissa has the defiant and bold attitude that could be the makings of a fine alpha, but the problem at the Institute is Xander. With both Pixie and Xarissa barely topping five feet, they do not stand a chance tooth to tooth. Along this line of thinking, the American whispers to her sister wolf, “Do you think, if Jake and Iggy worked together, they could take Xan? Things would be different if we had all the Weres not under one of the professors.” Pixie is a fiery Beta by nature: scheming and inspiring but with too much of an affinity for the finer scout duties to actually lead. Also, tiny.
14:04:53 Xarissa The fact that, after their little tiff, if it could even be called that, Trix was willing to sit there while she tried to warm up a little bit, made her feel better about her stupidity. She really was sorry about that, and well, she'd be seeking to give a proper apologize. Good lord, she'd be apologizing a lot soon. She'd become a broken record. Rubbing her hands together beneath the jacket, her attention shifted towards Pixie. Excuse her as she clambers up into her lap, trying to contain as much as she could. Inside might not be a bad idea. Inside, and to the dorms, to get Xarissa into something less wet and frozen. She might eventually, suggest, they go inside. When she suggested Xander be taken down, Xarissa's eyes popped wide a little, then she thinned her lips together. She liked Xan, and his classes, just not his punishments. "...Could we not...use him?" She suggested "And if we couldn't, I'm sure they could knock him down a notch, if not...he surely cannot stand up to a whole pack of wolves." It would be different, if he were not a leader. Finally, though...as she sat there, her mind not quite, and rather obviously, forming proper thoughts, she asked, almost too quiet to be heard. "Might we...migrate inside?"
14:05:09 [Dietrich`] “Private?” He asked with mild puzzlement, taking the book and tucking it in under his arm. It was just some 4th year textbook on elemental magic, the one typically issued to students. It would take him a while to cool down from the little incident with Xar, but already he seemed calmer, if not particularly well focused. “Um, sure.” He replied, glancing around the library for a suitable spot. Apart from the Restorations room, which was heavily bespelled to keep any errant magical energies from escaping and causing havoc, and further locked to keep inexperienced students out of what could otherwise be a rather dangerously volatile location, there were also several other small alcoves and rooms dotted along the walls here and there, for storage or old offices or who knows what. Most of them were in disuse, or so cluttered with junk that no-one knew what their purpose once was. It was to one of these that Dietrich would lead Maebh, taking a ring of keys from his pocket to unlock one of the doors. Once lit, the room was revealed to be small, with one old desk table against a wall and no chairs. Newspapers and magazines were scattered around, the shelves which they used to occupy along one wall mostly empty of them. “Alright.” He said, turning at last and resting his rear against the edge of the table. “What is this all about? Why so secretive?” Trying not to cause a scene again when you yell at me? But no, he didn’t say this. Merely waited politely.
14:13:25 Maebh would follow him to wherever he would lead. She hadn’t planned on locking the two of them in a room together for too long – that would be far too suspicious of even things that she hadn’t intended. Once the coast was clear, the nurse removed her lab coat and handed it to the man. She then pulled her arm back and untucked her blouse and held the waistline of her skirt outward. Yes, it was surprising, and the could be a glimpse caught of the cream and lace bodice she had worn beneath her clothing that day, since that is what the flask was tucked beneath. Once she had taken it from its hiding place she handed it to him. After he would take it, she’d begin putting her outfit back together, finally sliding her arms back into the lab coat. All the while she explained, ”I must apologize for the way I acted. It was a very instinctual and triggered response. But it wasn’t necessary nor was it appropriate. With that aside, I know it isn’t your vodka… but as your afternoon unfolded I thought that perhaps it might make your evening a bit better.” She didn’t smile very brightly at him, in case he had still been upset with her. She didn’t want to be standing there, grinning like an idiot. Mae wasn’t running out the door just yet in case he wanted to tell her what he thought of her outburst – she would give him that. So, the leaned her bottom against the table and folded her arms. <e>
14:14:29 Pixie does not mind being used as a toasty piece of furniture. High lupine metabolism and all that. With the two small wolves embraced and cozy, no doubt lots of fabulous rumors will be spinning around by night’s end. Not that the grounded girls will be able to bask in the negative attention. Xarissa’s reaction to her suggestion gives the other she-wolf pause, letting the new thought get processed. She had never thought of trying to convince Xander to help them—Pixie has only had negative reactions with him. But this is not about her, and she trusts her friend’s judgment. “Do you think he would help us? You and Jake are his prized wolves, and you’ve both tasted the bitter whip…” Xander was the professor that had ruined poor Trix’s pale back, but Pixie had never considered that he may not relish the punishments like the other professors. When the cold wins out against Xarissa, the scout helps her up from the bench and huddles with her on the walk inside, silencing her scandalous talk when they get inside.
14:22:00 Xarissa By this point, Xarissa no longer cared whether rumours popped up. She was bigger than them. And honestly, female friends hugged all the time, hell, some even held hands, and kissed cheeks. Then again, she also didn't know the reputation that Pixie herself, held. Biting her bottom lip, she choked down another vicious tremble. She was warming up, but at the same time, her body was trying to win her over with shivering like it was going under seizure. She was sure at this rate she'd bite her tongue off. She wasn't sure, whether or not Xan would help them, but it was worth a try. Xar didn't consider herself a prized wolf, for she was small, and simply mighty in skill. On their way inside, her ideas for cold were silenced, as...in trouble for resisting the librarian's punishment, and skipping out on what seemed like empty words, Xarissa was escorted to a place many bodies had seen last night. Talking would really, have to wait.
14:34:38 [Dietrich`] When the coat was handed to him first, it got a quirk of his brow. When she pulled at her shirt, and then her skirt, Dietrich was at a complete and utter loss. He’d certainly not pegged Maebh as that sort of woman even if-- Oh. A flask was handed to him next and as he was distracted with it, the nurse started taking back her clothes. “For me?” He queried, still a bit thrown by her peculiar behavior that had culminated in him holding a flask she’d hidden…well, basically in her underwear, when you got right down to it. It was nice and warm to the touch still. Unscrewing the cap he took a sniff of what was inside. “Whisky.” He exclaimed, and it was a positive response. “Good whiskey.” He added after he’d tried a taste. He pulled another swallow from the flask and then raised his gaze to meet Maebh’s sidelong. “That’s…that is alright.” Dietrich answered somewhat uncertainly. He was still a bit confused as to why she had reacted so extremely. “Did you think I was throwing her around the room, or something?” He enquired tentatively, unsure on whether he really wanted to push the matter. It was probably better to just accept the apology and leave it at that. “I was not hurting her, you know.” He added, more quietly now, dropping his gaze to the flask in his hand, brushing the metal idly with his thumb. “I would not do that, for no reason. I was just trying to get her surprised, a bit off balance so she couldn’t put a lie together.” Well, all of that wasn’t entirely true. The truth was that Dietrich’s inbred response to approaching most problems tended to be violence. Reinforced habits like that didn’t leave you easily. And when that sort of thing wasn’t out of the norm for you…well. He shrugged his shoulders and took another deep drag from the flask, savoring the burn before he closed it up and handed it back to her. “Thank you.” He said. He really had needed that.
14:52:15 Maebh had grinned at his comment about her whiskey. It made her slightly proud that he’d appreciate her liquor. She didn’t really mind what kind of booze she had. But her father always drank that brand of whiskey. ”The truth of the matter is, I had believed that she was far more innocent than she was. Too innocent to deserve to be hit. But I understand your reasoning behind it. What is difficult for me is my profession. I’m not wired to do any harm.” She had taken the flask back from him and drank some as well, “I don’t think that you were harming her physically. I just know that in a place like this, it isn’t terrible for a student to trust someone other than his or her comrades. Someone with a little more common sense.” Another swallow before she huffed out a snicker, ”Then again, I guess that’s what us nurses are here for. Healers and guidance counselors.” Mae handed him the flask to keep and finish. ”You go ahead and hang onto that. There’s much more where it came from if you need a refill.” The woman uncrossed her ankles and pushed herself away from the table and reached for the door. She had a thought that along her way to the library she dismissed a few times, but now came creeping back with her buzz. Hell with it. ”It gets lonely down there in the infirmary. Not many people to enjoy a few drinks with. Not much conversation out of heart monitors, either.” She had invited him to join her. The cold weather and the slight intoxication she had already felt drove her to have a few more drinks and relax. <e>
14:53:28 Lara 's precious free time was spent on the Loch. Not in, but on the iced over pool of glass beauty. With the natural grace and instinct of a Siren, there were few who could wield their body in such beauteous pattern. The curve of her hour-glass figure donned a brief dress that was designed for the art of figure skating. Long sleeves snaked down slim arms, and stockings casted especially to retain her natural body heat tucked into a fine, expensive pair of white skates. It remained an unfortunate twist of fate that there was no audience to the expertise and precious of her fluid, enchanting movements. A ballerina in a music box, she turned with one shapely leg brought up – balance keeping her upright even as the castle on the shore, trees and horizon all blurred into a whirlwind of color – her own head kept by careful spotting. A cascade of chocolate tresses whipped, unbound, in the cool air as she turned, and turned again. Lara used dance to escape from the prison of Hex. It was her way of cheering herself personally and for a the dear gazelle who had gone about in the most sour of moods in the past weeks – it was surprising to find a comely smile flirting with the ruby crescent of her mouth. Melodic laughter sounded to herself, and then the Siren allowed sweeping strokes of her legs to skate her backwards, in circles only to gain momentum for a jet leap wherein she performed a forward split, mid-air. Coming to a slow, fingertips habitually felt for her chest, touch seeking out the pendant on the slim, simple chain about her neck, ascertaining that she had not lost it in her athletic endeavours. A sweet sigh of relief produced a puff of frosted air. It lay safe and sound – unlike the night of the Masquerade when her attempted murderer tore it from her neck. A simple, 'X' on a simple chain. To Lara it was priceless.
15:16:27 [Dietrich`] “It was just a slight cuff around the ear.” He insisted on defending. The sort of thing you got for being stupid, or not paying attention. At least in his experience. But her reasoning made sense, so he shrugged and let it go. “I suppose that makes things different, being a healer and all.” That was a mindset Dietrich could never really wrap his mind around, too used to breaking rather than fixing. “Is it…difficult?” And suddenly his mind turned to all those nurses who’d tended to him, on the rare occasions someone had dragged him off the streets, half-alive and bleeding. What was it like on the other side in neighborhoods like that? For the people that weren’t part of the violence, but was nevertheless caught up in it. 17-year-old kids with gunshot wounds, 13-year olds with broken and battered limbs. Overdoses, ragged knife wounds, blunt-force impact trauma… It must be hell, if you cared about people. Dietrich accepted the flask back from her and took another good swig. Yes well…tried that. You try to be helpful, or kind. You try to be reasonable when they fuck up, and then…” He waved the flask irritably through the air. “They take you for all you got, and spit it back in your face. These kids? They do not care.” It was a bitter sort of thing to say, and not always true. But it was hard to think otherwise when things just kept on turning against you. He swirled the liquid around the flask, and listened to it go slosh. “Hey.” He said looking up, catching Maehb’s eye. “You wanting some company?” She’d been subtle, but he was blunt. What was the point of beating around the bush anyway. “I could stand to get away.”
15:37:02 Maebh listened to the things he had been explaining to her. Everything started to make much more sense now: the sneakiness that she had sensed from the students, half-assed answers to questions, suspicious glances. ”You could be very right…” She paused and nodded, “It’s..painful to say the least.” Just as Mae was about to step out of the small room that part of their conversation had occurred in, she heard his invitation for company. The woman turned to face him, and a genuine smile took control of her lips. ”That would be really nice.” With that she stepped out of the room and stood outside of the door, waiting for him to lock it back up. She began towards the exit of the library and smiled brightly as her back was to him, if he were following. Mae would glance back to be sure he was still there, and if not, she would wait. Soon enough, they had arrived at the infirmary where she fiddled with her keys yet again to unlock the doors. Because there were narcotics inside the med room, it was mandatory to keep the doors locked. Although the med room was locked as well as the narcotic cabinet, precautions had to be taken seriously. Once she pushed the door open, she gestured him in, ”Welcome.” She would laugh lightly and make her way to her desk where the whiskey had been stashed. ”Make yourself at home, Mr. Vostok.” Yes, she still addressed him in a formal manner, and she would continue to do so until he told her differently. Mae unlocked the drawer she hid the liquor and found a clean glass to pour it into. ”Ice?” She would ask and motion toward a refrigerator that was in the infirmary for certain medications, ice packs, etc. <e>
15:43:49 Jacinth Sweet breath escaped her. She was so tired, so very tired. Something about so many consuctive heals had exhausted her. Maybe that was why the nurse could be found lounging on one of the beds she'd half made, after cleaning them from this mornings fiasco. Her jacket somewhere, and dress haphazardly about her thighs. She must have been exhausted, she'd barely managed to get her legs onto the bed. Brunette hair was tossled around her, in a bit of a tired mess. Her arms wrapped around the pillow, pulling it down against her ample bust as she slept in peacefulness. Eventually, her legs drew themselves up, and the nurse balled up softly, as she hugged the pillow closer, letting out another peaceful sigh in her sleep. That was, until she heard someone enter there. Her eyes stayed shut, as the bed she lounged on was likely passed, giving more an an eyeful of the little nurse. Hearing voices, hearing noise, she popped those kohls open, and her eyes went absolutely huge. There was people there. The first thing she could think of, was to pull her skirt down to cover the sexy lace that the femme wore, all while trying to sit up, her eyes huge as she stared towards Maebh and Dietrich. Before even thinking, she blurted out. "You didn't see my panties, did you?" OH! She flushed, then laughed, and slid onto shakey legs, to pad over, and lean on the desk, peeking at just what they were doing. "Hm. Where's mine?" She waggled a finger at the drink she spied being poured. Smooooth cover up. No dresses and sleeping in the infirmary anymore.
15:49:16 Erinn had finished up classes for the day after her little meeting with Dietrich, she didn't dwell on it, she'd drank the vodka he had offered her to help with the pain in her back and she' suffered through classes until they were Finally done. She headed outside, needed to get some air for herself, her back had broken open and made her blood seep through the dressings and into her black long sleeved shirt but she figured she wouldn't bother to ruin another shirt today so she left it on and was glad the dark color covered it up. She headed down the halls, meandered her way towards the out doors, she had been locked up in the infirmary last night and early this morning for the lashes that she'd gotten for the food fight and her involvemen in it. Dark hair was over her shoulders so it wouldn't rest on her back and make it more painful, she had on jeans now and a pair of warm boots. Some of the lashes peeked out f the back of her shirt as she walked, a little smeared blood could be seen if one looked closely enough but she'd tried to shift the shirt to hide it. Every move hurt, breathing, staying still, wearing clothes, there was nothing to do about it. She wanted more alcohol but it would make her blood thinner which was definitely not something she needed right this moment. She ran a hand through her hair as she made her way out of the doors and winced at the pain the movement caused her but tried to shrug it off. The cold air that hit her from outside was refreshing, a bit relief for her and helped to clear her head a bit.
15:52:58 [Audrey`] "Do we have any questions?" The female were's soft hazel eyes flickered over the classroom, fingers slipping into her dark blue jeans' pockets as the students merely stared back at her, some putting their books away. Crickets, and then the bell rang. "Don't forget! Chapter two essay, we'll talk about it next class." Smiling a bit, she stepped back to prop herself onto her desk, students shoving books into their bags as chatter erupted as students filled the halls. Fingers moved to rake through her brown locks of wavy hair, and Miss Rancourt's last English class of the day filed out. She was relatively new, having started at the beginning of this week. She'd heard about the murder, which was chilling. The first week she arrived and someone was dead? Hopefully this wasn't a message that she'd made the wrong decision by coming to the school. Standing from the desk, she tucked her hair behind her ear as all the students had filed out. She would probably stay in her classroom for another ten minutes. Some students might have questions, right? It wasn't too likely. Not many found much interest in writing or reading, meanwhile she was the type that had received her master's degree in Journalism. She was very involved in English, and somehow she wished she would find a student who might share a passion. She would be able to guide them, find a piece of herself in them. But soon, she would probably be just as tired as the rest of the staff, just moving along and teaching the students who didn't care so much about English nor Ether History, the two subjects that Audrey would be teaching this year. Exciting? Not quite to the students. Leaning down to pull open her desk's drawer, she looked through the files, tugging out her class' grading folder and sliding their papers in. ||E||
16:03:28 Dietrich` smiled and closed the flask before following her out of the room. He turned and locked it behind them, and then they left together. Dietrich didn’t get into contact with much of the faculty, the library was so far out of the way of most anything else and serviced mostly only students. Teachers rarely had the need to write papers or research new subjects. And surprisingly he hadn’t gotten himself beaten about yet to be sent to the infirmary. Well, apart from that one time he’d come looking for a hangover cure, anyway. He waited patiently whilst she unlocked the infirmary, following Maebh in and, yes, spotting Jacinth sprawled out on one of the beds. “Hm, little bit.” He admitted to her, unable to hide the grin that spread over his face. “Classy stuff.” He made a ring with his thumb and forefinger, the rest of the fingers sticking up in the sign for nice. Leaving Jacinth to compose and gather herself, Dietrich followed Maehb into the office and took a seat opposite her desk, kicking one leg over the other. “Am good, thanks.” He said. “And please, call me Dietrich.”
16:09:03 Ignatius had been rather elated and laidback throughout the day, an attribute that wasn’t necessarily beyond his persona due to the copious amounts of marijuana he’d been rumored to be smoking, but today was a little bit different - that slow, foggy haze wasn’t present in his mind; his sclera were barren of that irritated red, and he seemed a lot more responsive. Granted, that didn’t necessarily mean he went out of his way to stick a hand in the air and answer some stupid question in the midst of class, but it should be noted that something was off with the boy - or was it that something that was missing every day prior had finally returned? High off of life, it seemed, he’d move from class to class in that stupor, taking notes and whatnot as he was told to throughout the day, a little bit less stubborn and rebellious. The end of the day had been wrapped up, and Grayish-green eyes would look towards the instructor with mild interest as Audrey, one of the resident, older Werewolves, assigned homework. His upper lip curled in slight distaste as the two-page Essay was handed out, eliciting a very brief shake of his head. Yeah, right. Even in his lightened mood, there was no way in fuck that he was about to do some Essay on some boring History shit. And, as if following Audrey’s queue, he moved to collect his things, bringing a hand up to absentmindedly comb his fingers through his shaggy, brown hair. Lugging his messenger bag over his right shoulder, he’d give those shoulders a his a roll before moving to vacate the classroom, offering the teacher a polite wave towards her direction as he made his way out. Assuming he wasn’t stopped for one reason or another, he’d step out into the hallway, brows slowly furrowing as several familiar scents assaulted his nose - blood, and…Erinn? Curiously, he’d turn his attention in the direction of that copper-like smell, though not quite moving just yet. He hadn’t exactly heard specifics regarding the Food Fight the other night, as he had been too preoccupied using that distraction to his benefit, but he was beginning to piece things together.
16:14:42 Maebh laughs heartily when she hears Jace’s voice. “Ah, the dead has arisen. Don’t worry, I’ve got yours too…” She finished pouring glasses and handed Dietrich his, iceless. “See what I mean? This was my company. And yes, darling, we seen your gutchies. I have the same ones in blue.” She gave her coworker a fun wink. She had spoken with Jacinth and had gotten to know her a little bit better, and the quiet little woman’s personality had come out a bit more for the fellow nurse. “But like I was say, Dietrich, it can be painful. But you learn to cut the pain off, like a cancer. Holding onto it only kills you. Then there’s the opposite. You watch someone walk away from something horrible, and its because of you. The reason a person comes to you for healing doesn’t matter as much. All that matters is reversing it.” This didn’t mean that the healer didn’t carry anger or rage within her. The librarian had seen that first hand today. Mae thought that she’d feel bad about that for weeks. Especially after seeing the way the student walked all over him outside. “Xarissa will be joining us soon enough. Lashings.” It was then the nurse removed her shoes and slid her feet into slippers she had stashed beneath the desk. Her eyes wandered over Dietrich occasionally as she took drinks from her glass, the warmth settling in her chest and spreading outward. <e>
16:18:55 [Audrey`] As she looked over her shoulder, she saw... Oh what was his name? She couldn't remember. That had always been her weak spot. Looking towards him, she pursed her lips. Though she'd only seen him in class a few times, he was very different today than he had been before. Suspicious? Well, maybe not, but maybe he would want to talk to her about something if he wasn't feeling well. "Excuse me?" She turned to face him, fingers shoving into the back pockets of her jeans. "It seems I have forgotten your name.." Her words were soft, though a dimpled smile appeared on her oval-shaped face as she took a step back around the desk towards the door, where she would hopefully stop him from his stride out the door. When he would reply, if he did at all, she would nod. "Ah, right... Is there something you want to talk about?" Her eyes narrowed a bit as she peered towards him. It was only a slightly curious look as she canted her head to the side. It was a bit odd as the male before her was much taller than she, so her head was also tilted back a bit to see his face. Many were caught off guard upon finding out that Audrey was a were. She was very small, though upon the change, she could be dangerous. Lethal. ||E||
16:21:44 Jacinth Her nose crinkled a little, in mock distaste, then she rolled her eyes softly as he went further to grin. "Well, as long as you enjoyed the sight." She would have rathered wake up peacefully, rather than be startled awake by people coming into the infirmary. "It wouldn't be appealing to wear pretty clothes, then be caught in in a flappy parachute under there, now would it?" She then made a mock gasp towards Maebh. "Oh, really?" She drummed her fingers on the ground. There was probably some size differences in that set there. She didn't intrude on their conversation, unsure just what it was about. It was something for them to resolve, as the nurse idly swayed her hips, playing with things on the desk. Assuming she'd gotten her drink as well, she would infact, take a drink, followed by a content sigh. With Maehb in one seat, and him in the other, Jacinth did frown. "Hn, I know I'm intruding and all, but just where am I due to sit, darlings?" On the desk? Sure, but that definitely would not be a comfortable place to plop her arse. On one of them, totally! She'd do it, too. Hearing a students name, she arched her brow. "Xarissa? I doubt we'll be seeing her, and if we do, it won't be for long." Jace had dealt with the little wolf a few times now, already, all for lashings. She ran her tongue along her lips, and move to sit on the edge of the desk. "Not trying to butt in," cue the fact that her butt was on the desk, "But, sweethearts, whatever troubles you, let it go for the evening and enjoy yourselves." Placing on that charming smile that gave a beautiful face even more glow, the nurse shifted, and crossed her ankles. "You can get upset with me for putting my foot where it doesn't belong."
16:28:10 [Trix] The woods was the prefect place for her to be. She didn’t have to hide her lack of injuries there, at least not for now as no other students were around. It was quiet and peaceful and more importantly it was outside of the school. It had taken all she could muster to sit through classes today and pay attention. In most cases she hadn’t, falling into a dark gloom that surrounded her like a plague. The night before had left her feeling deliberately hurt in a number of ways, despite the fact she had healed physically. One couldn’t just fix the internal and infernal emotions that had built up over being lashed while innocent of any charge. She’d avoided the dining hall all day so far, and with supper coming up eventually it was likely she’d avoid it again. Suffice to say she hadn’t eaten save a few small berries she’d grown in the woods. Having cleared a section of snow, she sat upon the ground, wearing just her uniform, tights, shoes, shirt and tartan skirt. Within the ground center was a small fire that was keeping her warm, the flames licking on occasion while she worked on Jeremy’s gift. The gift was to be intricate as it was rather large. It was something she’d intended on doing and had worked on now from one of the first times she’d spoken to him. The idea coming to her after their very first real conversation. It had been kept in good secret and even Jeremy himself had promised not to peak. Though whether he could control it or not, she was unsure. Trees swayed in silent splendour, while around her a gentle breeze rustle branches. The ground she sat upon was warm, a few choice words to spice it up from the geothermal heating from underneath.. She was very much the Earth Mage and in a way being Fae and able to cast spells, hexes and the like would give her so much use of the outdoors. It was where she felt at home. It was where she’d go to hide away or be alone. It was where she would go to cry so no one would see her. Having the opportunity to have left both Pixie and Xarissa it gave her the opportunity to merely be at peace, while trying to find the zen in her moment so that she could relax.
16:31:32 [Dietrich`] The bit of banter between the two illicited a smile and a laugh from Dietrich, as he moved forward to accept his drink from Maebh. “That sounds like quite something.” He said, tilting the glass against his lips and letting more of the whiskey wash his throat. “It is quite the amazing job you do. I do not think it would ever be within my capability, to do what you do every day.” He raised his glass to her in an informal salute, swallowing more of the spicy liquor. But when she brought up Xarissa and her punishment, that anger was once again seen in the furrows of his brows. “She did not give me a choice, you know. She would have just kept pushing—“ But Dietrich shook his head. What Jaci was saying was right. With a grunt of effort he climbed out of the chair and onto her feet, taking his drink with him. “Cannot have the ladies standing whilst I sit, now can I?” He said with casual charm, taking a bow in the chair’s direction as if he was offering up something on a silver platter for Jacinth. -“And well, you know what they say. Pretty clothing is nice and all, but I am certain you could get away just as well with none at all.” He gave both nurses a sly wink and drowned himself in more of his drink. Not that he wasn’t usually brave, but the whisky buzzing through his head certainly made him bolder. Perching himself half-standing on the edge of Jacinth’s desk, he swirled his glass in one hand, the other in the crook of his elbow.
16:36:47 Ignatius had been one of the few that was aware of her werewolf heritage, if only because he was one himself; she would likely be able to sense the beast within him that clawed just beneath his skin, as they were rather empathetic in more than one way, especially as a kind of sixth sense deal. It didn’t really surprise him when she jumped on the chance to bring his sudden mood shift to light, stopping in his tracks when Audrey addressed someone in his general direction. When she approached him, he could only turn to face her with a slight look of curiosity, “…Ignatius.“ A very peculiar name, especially considering the blasé names of the people that littered the halls of Hex. It almost didn’t seem to fit him, really. “ And no, not really. “ He was quick and to the point, but it wasn’t necessarily anything out of the norm. Though he was behaving a little bit differently today, that response could easily have been taken from a page in his autobiography if one was ever published. “…Jus’ feelin’ a little relaxed tuh’day, y’know? I dunno what it is, but I think I jus’ got a real nice night’o sleep f’once. None of these…essays. “ He jested idly, glancing towards the doorway just a little bit as that familiar smell of blood crept in through the cracks. It wasn’t overly strong or overpowering in the slightest, so it wouldn’t be too surprising if Aubrey didn’t notice it whatsoever. It was nagging him, though, and he’d to face the door, though his attention was still on the teacher, “ I don’ mean t’be rude or anything, but there’s something I need’t take care of, yeah? If you’re feelin’ bored or whatnot, feel free t’tag along. “ Wait, what did he just say? He blinked in slight confusion as the words left his lips, unsure of exactly what he said or why he said it, before he’d make his way out of the classroom. Really? Was he really inviting her, a teacher, to follow him if she felt so inclined? He really must’ve been feeling good today, hmm? He’d slip down the hallway that led outside, following the intoxicating aroma of dried blood, only to peer out at Erinn as he opened the door. “..Y’don’t look like y’feelin’ too hot. “ It was here that he was certain that his previous hypothesis was correct: she’d been one of the ones that was disciplined for that food fight, wasn’t she?
16:47:31 Erinn hadn't really noticed anyone in particular on her way out, she was keeping quiet and to herself, it was how she'd managed to get through her classes. She was worn thin and tired, ,in pain and frustrated but she was pulling more towards being withdrawn a bit, not in the mood to be bubbly and flirtacious. She hadn't realized someone was following her, her mind a blur as she walked but soon she heard a familiar voice behind her and it made her pause in the snow outside, she turned to face Ignatius, her eyes looked him over and jaw tensed a moment before her lips twitched up into a sort of smirk. "I'm fine.. Just tired." she said to him and shrugged off the comment, she wasn't about to go around whining and complaining about her thirty lashes to the world. She tilted her head to the side slightly as she watched him, she hadn't seen him since their time together on Sunday night, that had been quite the interesting night for her and he'd been a very interesting part. She remembered it all, she hadn't been so far gone that she forgot anything or made the details fuzzy. She brushed her hair out of her face a moment, hid the wince from the pain the movement caused as she stepped towards him a bit, "How've you been?" she'd ask him curiously, not sure if he needed something, surrpised that he had followed her out there but it was a pleasant enough surprise.
16:48:20 Maebh the nurse was wound way too tight at times. ”I understand that you did what you could and had been as lenient as possible. I didn’t realize what kind of a problem she could be.” Mae had been regretting her absence now, more than she did in the first place. ”Well, there’s no reason to place what I-…we do any more than any other profession. I’d like to think that I’m speaking for both of us when I saw that when the paperwork and legal parts of our jobs are stripped away, healing is simply just a part of who we are. I don’t think my soul would be complete if I didn’t help someone.” Now that the emotional, uplifting speech was over, she almost choked lightly on the whiskey at Di’s comment. ”Aye! She be glor’yus if she were as bare as Eve r’self.” Mae lifted her glass to Jace and laughed. Her laugh had that sparkle to it. The whispery roughness to her voice was always present, and more so when she laughed. ”Miss Jace, we are simply doing that, relaxin. It doesn’t happen enough ‘round ‘ere.” She swallowed another drink and examined what remained in her glass. To her surprise, not much. Glancing at the other’s glasses, she decided to set hers down and slow it down a bit. Instead, she stood and stretched her arms far above her head, and as her arms came down, she looked for another chair. There was a stool that they rolled around on when necessary. Much like a creeper for a vehicle, it made getting to certain parts they were working on easier. ” ‘Ere you are.” She rolled it in Dietrich’s direction and sat her bottom back down, smoothing the skirt down beforehand, of course. <e>
16:48:52 Mila lingered in the forest after her final a period – a free, that had been dedicated to the necessary task of chopping wood. Were it not for her Knight in shining..stethescope, the act would have been excruciating. She had received the worst of Fritzl's rage. Xander had always frightened the lass, and Dryke had always seemed a particular brand of cruel but neither of them could compare to the inhumane brutality she witnessed first hand. Not only did he derive enjoyment and amusement from her agony and screams, but the man sought to worsen it. Repeatedly he had struck the same bands of flesh, making a game out of targeting the same licked welts again, and again, and again. Had she been conscious and aware, she would have noticed that the man struck her with more than thirty lashes – a particularly cruelty saved especially for her. The lacerations were mended by, but one's first experience of human rage, of pain purposely inflicted was an experience that could crush the spirit. Guilt and shame plagued her. The 'battle' had begun at her hands, hadn't it? She was entirely to blame – especially when it came to the mutilation of Pixie and Trix. This thought caused her to swing the axe again, lacking the precious of one skilled with such a tool, and clearly without the strength or brawn to wield it. Her wood chopping was lack-lustre and best. Emotionally and physically exhausted, the girl slumped to her knees, the snow chilling her stocking clad legs. She wore the standard uniform, her back disguised beneath shirt and blazer. The axe was tossed beside her, and Mila simply sat wasting away the minutes and having no intention to attend that place again – not yet. She couldn't bear to see the friends she had damned in the Great Hall. There was no appetite for nourishment nor the memories of a place, yesterday, she called home.
16:53:54 [Jacinth] "Ah, ah...enough about negativity. We all know how the students can be, and we were all students at one point ourselves. This is all I'm saying, but...keep that in mind. We were all students once, and we all had things that troubled us. Give her some time. Who knows why it was done." Then there was silence upon the topic, letting them close it up, hoping they would keep her words in mind. "Healing is apart of who we are," the tender nurse did. "Well, you can stay sitting, and I can very well have a heated chair." Should he stay, Jace had no problem settlnig on one of his thighs, legs crossed once more. It was a comfortable position, and she'd have no problem leaning, either. If he gave up the chair however, the nurse would settle herself down in the chair, with an extravagant curtsey before she did. Ankles crossed, and her skirt flaired at the hem with a dainty set of fingers. "Oh, you gentleman," she purred, setting the drink upon her knee"Even if you're talking no clothes. I'll need a score out of ten, si vous ples." She wasn't working..she could be playful. Most things she did outside of work had a playful tone about them, anyways. Maebh's eyes made her eyes pop, and the woman laughed. "Well, in that case, sweetheart, I'm going to need a score out of ten from you, too." What had she just gotten herself into? Rating the youngest staff member around! "I'll give numbers out, too, don't worry." Overtired, she wasn't watching her filters. Oh, why not. If they were relaxing, why not have a little fun? Twirling her cup, she'd silence herself with another mouthful. Eyeing the other chair that was brought over, she shook her head. Now, that was like an old clunker. Much like her old chair. "So, what warrants relaxation?" Aside from needing it. "And in the infirmary, of all places!" It was an odd place.
17:00:22 Jer 's own personal torment doesn't remotely compare to the physical pain inflicted on each of those punished the day before. (He should know; he still remembers how it feels.) Yet with inward chidings, he's placed a heavy grave over his head nonetheless, berating what shortcomings he's embarked upon because of his own narrow negligence. And if those self-destructive thoughts weren't enough for the lad's mind, he's doubly plagued by the unusual dream he'd had during the night. More akin to a nightmare, the vision had jilted him straight out of slumber, wide-eyed and in a cold sweat. However, a gross mystery dwelled within the dream itself: pitch black. How could he have been so harrowed by a scene of nothing more than pitch black? In truth, emotions bled through; the energy he'd felt bypassed his brain and went straight to his core. He couldn't put his finger on it but, come morning, he had the random urge to see Violette. The two of them had parted on a messy note way back in the beginning of the semester. And, with everything else going on in their respective lives, they hadn't crossed paths since. Alas, that same problem would confound their meeting once again as the seer places the priority on yesterday's disaster. In his room, he pulls out a large map and carefully unfolds it out over his bed. Every floor, every room, every landmark and environment that he knows of has been drawn to ratio scale. He climbs onto the footboard of his bed and, veritably standing over the whole of the institute, he lightly throws out his hand and releases a downy feather. The small, white plume initially battles on the zephyrs of its own launch before it floats down, banking this way, then that, and rolling in the air, until landing on the fold-bearing paper. The forest. He hops down and, coming around the side, lifts the feather to look more closely at exactly where. That done, he hurries a rush to replace his tools in their proper places before running out the door. (He actually pops back inside in order to grab his brief bag and sling it over his head and shoulder, then he leaves.) Having given himself only a five minute window of her locale, he's thus jogging - out the dorm, down the stairs, outside, and across the courtyard. By the end of his allotted time, Trix should hear the boy's approach, the crunch of snow beneath his feet now slowed to his usual gait. A hand rather than a verbal greeting is lifted for her.
17:02:07 [Audrey`] She could sense something lying under Ignatius' skin. It was true, that she could tell he was stressing out about something. But what? Eyes peering over him, she breathed evenly, hands moving to rest on her hips. "Relaxed, ah?" She wouldn't say anything about her suspicion of quite the opposite - his tugging stress - because she could always be wrong. Lips pursed slightly as she nodded. His comment about her essay assignment had a soft, velvet-like chuckle passing by her thin pink lips. "Well, that essay, sir... Better be on my desk no later than Wednesday." The paper was meant to be due Monday, though somehow she could feel that he needed an extentsion. "Of course... If you don't turn it in two days later than the original deadline... That'll be like a slap in the face." Dimples appeared again on her rosy cheeks, and she would step towards him as he moved towards the doorway again. Brows rising, she pursed her lips. He was inviting her to follow? But upon the slight scent of blood? - she decided against it. "Ah, no thank you, Ignatius." She would smile, standing in the doorway to look after him, pondering upon what to say a moment. "Think before you act, were." Those would be her last words. Her head was spinning from the mere scent of blood. Shocking memories from her own teenage years spun into her head and even thoughts of the murder this very morning struck her in the core. She grabbed her bag, slipping from her classroom - not before turning off the lights and locking the door. Moving through the halls to the infirmary a crease had formed between her brows. Knocking, she would open the door, the pretty were poking her head in to see three sitting about. Blinking, she nearly walked back out to handle the pain pounding through her head. Though, she would slip inside, holding onto the door knob. "Pardon, but I just need an Advil and I'll take my leave." A sheepish, dimpled grin, she looked from each face. She hadn't met any of these folk yet. It was only her first week, but still! ||E||
17:08:26 [Emri] Memories of the lashings, and that night, continued to flash through his mind in a nonsensical order. Even as he push through the thick snow that had begun to amass across the forest ground, Emri couldn't confidently claim to fully remember what had actually happened. The lashes had been real. The pain had been real. His intestines being spit up most definitely wasn't real, but it existed in his mind nonetheless. Hearing Pixie's having recorded the entire ordeal was, too, real. Infact, it was due to this knowledge that he had so daringly began to spread knowledge of what happened down in the dungeon. Perhaps it was only a matter of time before the word was traced back to him and he vanished from within the Institute. Perhaps not. The possibilities that would normally plague a mind were forced aside almost effortlessly - rather than dwelling on what had happened, his thoughts floated to a time where he enacted his revenge. Until that moment arrived, it would be his duty to assure those he brought down with him first forgave him, and secondly that they would be ultimately be okay. Though his spotting of Mila isn't as much coincidence as it is probable chance, given their punishment, she's nonetheless a scene he's been longing for. The group of them had bled together, and through that, a bond had formed. " Mila... " his voice is quiet, but assuredly reached her resting ears. Stepping closer, he drops the axe he had been hoisting around comparably effortlessly before crouching low, offering to pull her first in, and then back up.
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17:11:47 Dietrich` shrugged and waved the conversation about Xarissa away. He honestly didn’t know the girl very well, when it came right down to it. “Well then,” he said. “It should be you who is considered noble, and not just your profession. I stand by what I said, I could never do what you do.” Regretably Dietrich had already vacated the seat by the time his mind had caught up through the warm alcohol buzz to realize what Jaci had been implying, and it would be a bit odd to chase her up now that she was already seated so nicely. With the squeaky old rolling chair nudged his way, Dietrich took hold of his invisible hat brim and gave them a nod. “Why thankee ma’m.” It was a very bad impression of an American accent Dietrich tried pulling off as he took a seat, grinning boyishly. His glass was all but empty now and with one last swallow he drained the dregs. What warranted relaxation? “Well, Maebh here sounded like she needed bit of company. And I could do with getting out a bit myself. I spend most of my waking hours in that damn library. Change of scene is…nice, you know?” The French regrettably went right over his head, as well as the comment about scores of some sort. He just couldn’t keep up. Saved by the door, Dietrich glanced around at the knock to see an unfamiliar face. New faculty? “No need.” He chirped, raising his glass in greeting. “Have seat, drink alcohol. Best cure for anything. At least until you wake up.” He grinned raffishly and leaned back on his little stool, which complained squeakily at the motion.
17:13:21 [Trix] A stir of echoes resonated around her as she sat by the fire. The gentle pop and crack of wood dances in her mind, along with the flames that cast their light upon her features, offering a glow of orange to the golden stands of hair that are tightened into the braid that flops over her shoulder, down the front of her chest. The area in which she worked was a common place to her. One she’d come to often, claiming it as her own. Surrounded by large, thick trunks of trees, along with several that had fallen short, blown in the wind to create a near cavernous hole, moss and vines despite the winter still grow reverently across the bark. It was a pretty place, with the snow surrounding her, and yet she was warmed by the heat of the fire, and the ground itself was dry where she sat. She heard the sounds first. A common step, a pace - running. She slowly motioned to rise as the fire snapped, making her inwardly jump. She was testy after yesterday’s lashes and a little more than fearful. Though she retains her stop, fingers dropping to her side, curling into fists as if in preparation for a fight. Yet, as time progresses, Jeremy soon comes into the light and for a moment she questions it. He was here.. No doubt he could find her. He’d proven that time and time again. It charmed her to know he looked for her, searched for her in the manner he did, for it meant he truly wanted to be around her, even if she thought he cared for her like a brother does a sister. The day had been long and tedious and capturing him in her sight makes that seemingly all fade away, but, she is ashamed. Held by the fear of his judgement - had he come to ask her why she was so stupid? How could she get into trouble as she had? Something in her told her no. Lips parted, cheeks sprinkled with the chill of rose that had spread over her while she gazed openly upon the male. Looking every more like the wild Fae she truly is, in her own element of the woods as if this was her very kingdom. “Jeremy..” she uttered his name before continuing. “I did nothing wrong..” And then it happened. As if she’d been holding on to that one moment, a sudden tear formed in her eye, motioned forward to trickle down her cheek before she turned her back toward him, not wanting him to see her weakened by the situation that had occurred.
17:20:24 Maebh said to hell with it and filled her glass and topped off anyone elses that needed it. ”You mean, me with no clothes on?” Maebh brought the back of her hand to her lips. Azure eyes shot back and forth from Jacinth and Dietrich. She hadn’t been playing coy, she really did have an unmistakeable air of real innocence to her. Her cheeks grew rosier, since she never imagined something of that sort. If they had only known the truth about Mae’s undergarments, and the fact that no one had ever seen her in them. Yes, Maebh hadn’t felt another touch. At least not one that warranted a base further than second. And though she had that innocence to her, she wore the type of underwear that Dietrich saw when she brought him the flask? It mean that she did long for it to be seen, someday. ”Well, thank you Dietrich.” It wasn’t often that someone genuinely respected and appreciated what her type did. Healers were very easily and frequently taken advantage of. ”There are times I would love to hide out in your library.” She enjoyed having a conversation with him. And though the majority of it involved alcohol and chasing uncooperative students, Maebh found his voice intoxicating for some reason (I know, he’s not a siren). Perhaps it was the accent? At the knock at the door she, too, smiled at Audrey. ”Please come in.” It was a common request, and Mae went to the med room and acquired the requested medication in a robotic manner. ” ‘Ere y’ar. “ Ok, good – her gait was still steady. She didn’t return to her chair, though. There were some neatly made observation beds available and she sat herself down on, swinging her shoeless legs back and forth gently. <e> 17:20:25 Ignatius would listen with faux-interest, something he’d been quite good at sharpening over the years, but he wouldn’t respond to her playful rebuttals. It was nice to have a teacher that wasn’t over-the-top strict and anal about everything, but at the same time, she was just another teacher - would he really get the essay done by Wednesday? Well, judging by his work ethic, it was hit or miss. There were periods of time where he would go weeks without handing anything in whatsoever, while on the other hand there were other times that he wouldn’t miss a beat with homework, as everything was turned in on a timely manner. His grades were suffering due to the lack of motivation, but he wasn’t necessarily failing. He knew what counted and what didn’t, and because of this, was a very average C student. He was unaware of Audrey’s aversion to the trace smell of blood, but her final words had a small grin creeping across his face as he sauntered down the hallway and away from her. If only she knew. Thinking? It was, all things aside, one of his strong suites, which would come off as a surprise to a lot of people. Regardless, he’d be outside moments later, peering down at Erinn’s pain-stricken form with those Grayish-green eyes of his. They glinted with joy, as if he got pleasure seeing her in pain, but perhaps that twinge of emotion was a result of something completely unrelated? They did share a rather enjoyable night together, which could easily explain it. Her grin had one creeping across his lips, and when she posed her question, he could only sit down next to her. She really was doing her best to just grin and bare it, wasn’t she? “…Busy.“ It wasn’t necessarily a lie, all things considered, but to add to the comment, he’d pull his messenger bag onto his lap, opening the flap to let her peer inside. There were thick textbooks, which wasn’t anything new, but there were also papers the littered the inside of it, some organized while the others were haphazardly strewn about and crinkled. “…These classes ‘re tryin’ t’kill me with all this work. “ He huffed, tossing a sidelong glance to her from his bag, brow quirked in slight question. “…So, y’were part o’th’ food fight? “ That much was obvious by this point, wasn’t it? “ Why don’t y’just get someone t’heal it for ya’? “ He was unaware of the circumstances behind the lashes, unfortunately enough.
17:28:11 Mila was wishing for justice, for an ability to use what Pixie had recorded of their pain to bring the cruelty of the Institute to the light. Ultimately, the question that teased and taunted the youth was always the same - What can I do? Against them. Against the barbaric, backward ruling of the Ether-world. Corporal punishment was the norm amongst Ether-touched and though fairly tame in any other Academy, the Hex Institute took the old law and abused that right, upon delinquent students, those that called the juvenile prison home. The only ones that would find fault in this practise – untouched humans. Their natural predators, people who chose to vilify what they could not hope to understand. History had taught them that they regarded the unknown as monstrosity. How could the Ether-touched blame them? Didn't they segregate amongst themselves, too? A race did not name a monster, in Mila's mind. The Mage Fritzl was far worse than any Werewolf or Shifter could be. Her body at the memory, recalling the torn, animalistic sounds of desperation that she could not keep inside – she knew he enjoyed her screams, but she could not control them. At least his mutilation had ebbed away into the peace of slumber. Eyes of crystalline smoke fluttered shut, and though a fair time had passed, snowflakes dusting the sable locks of her hair, it seemed only moments until a voice beckoned her back to the here and now. She knew that voice. Long lashes lifted from her cheeks, striking gaze shifting toward Emri had he stooped to slip his arms around her and tug her to her feet. Her arms were tucked between her chest and his torso, small fists taking a slight hold of his blazer. The Elemental was anchoring her, and she found herself pressing her head to his chest, whispering a response against him. “Em.” The familiar warmth that exuded from him was calming, and she let the beat of his heart lull her into safe thoughts. How had they gone from a playful roll on the floor of the Great Hall, painting each other with soup, cake and one, stolen kiss... to this? Mila was not ruined. There was spirit still inside her, even if it was the smallest, wavering spark. A credit to this, a slight smile toyed at the corner of her cherry lips. She leant up, and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek. Then she was commenting, “You taste different without the cake.”
17:36:09 Erinn could see the look of joy on his face as he watched her, what had him so happy? She smirked none the less though and soon saw that he was grinning and it made her grin a bit more in response, she was coming back out of that shell once more. As he said he'd been busy, she nodded "Yeah, me too, " she would say to him and see him open his messenger back as he sat, she sat with him and stayed close, watched the way the papers in his bag fluttered a bit and listened to them crinkle. She laughed softly at his huff, the laugh made her almost wince again but she hid it with a smile instead. She saw his quirked brow and then came the question about the food fight. she nodded to him, "Yeah, it was pretty epic, actually, while it lasted.." she said to him with a slight smirk. When he mentioned getting healed, she shook her head to him, "Can't, that's part of the punishment, we have to heal on our own.." she would say to him. "Doesn't matter though, I'm fine." she would say to him, though she wasn't sure he was exactly worried about her wellbeing, though maybe he was. She looked around them a moment before she settled her blue gaze on him once more, some of her hair had blown into her face a bit so she pushed it to the side. " Were you looking for me, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?" she would tease him a bit, she'd called him that on Sunday night, said he wasn't afraid of the Big Bad Wolf when he seemed to challenge her, she grinned a bit as she remembered.
17:41:54 [Audrey`] Upon entering the room, she was welcomed with open arms. First, by a male offering her a sit down and some alcohol. She couldn't help but to crack a smile, hazel eyes looking towards him then around for a chair. Not finding one, she moved to sit on the edge of the closest bed, putting her bag by her feet as the nurse returned with some Advil. Taking the two pills in her hand, she reached into her bag to pull out her water. Placing the pills on her tongue, she downed them, closing her eyes a bit. That smell... The memories. Maybe alcohol wouldn't be such a bad idea. Was that even allowed? Did she care? "A drink? Sounds nice. And thank you." She sent the thank you towards the nurse that had helped her, and crossing one leg over the other, she dropped her water bottle back into her leather bag. If and when the booze was sent in her direction, she would take it between dainty digits, bringing it towards her lips, sniffing at it slightly as if to detect anything out of the ordinary. Werewolf sense of smell. Gotta love it. ||E||
17:48:49 Jer would never say that she doesn't belong indoors, that she's either out of place or a sore thumb when confined in the midst of delinquents (albeit in that respect, she shouldn't be counted amongst their ranks). Nonetheless, reinforced walls are not her element. To see her surrounded by nature, by definition, was more natural to the eyes. A person's environment is a significant agent to both mood and spiritual health; in the virgin snow, breathing the rejuvenating scent of pines and tickled with viny fingers, he recognizes the peace in her eyes. Such knowledge puts the present into perspective then, how even the forest and earth cannot wholly soothe the girl of her ordeal. "...I know," he gently reassures her while his steps teeter upon the precipice. Mentally giving himself a little push, he resumes to steadily diminish the space left between them. Though he'd hesitated in his approach, he shows not a lick of it now as he carefully slips his arms around the curve of her shoulders, embracing her ever lightly with full regard to her abused canvas of a back. As if he hadn't wanted to see any more of her punishment than he had in sortilege, he currently operates off of past experience and assumptions, thereby believing her wounds are still as raw as the subject matter itself. "Sorry," he inevitably hears himself say. The apology had been welling up inside him; and now, like the tears she'd fought back, it'd finally tumbled out. Tentatively slacking his arms to release her, he asks, "'Ow is it?".
17:50:32 [Dietrich`] “Well, you are more than welcome any time.” Dietrich murmured, readily accepting another drink and bringing it back to his lips. He shouldn’t be getting himself drunk again quite this soon after the Sunday event, but what the hell, it was weekend again and that meant his job wouldn’t be so demanding for a few blessed days. “It is usually quiet…at least when I am there.” Mere presence kept the peace at most times, students braver when there wasn’t the threat of being caught. Though often once he got absorbed in his private studies, he’d go completely unnoticed for hours. Dietrich found the conversation soothing, although that might also have been the drink. It was surprisingly pleasant, sitting down here in the infirmary with the two ladies for casual company. He needed this sort of thing more often. And no, he wasn’t spiking your drink, Audrey. Give the man some credit. “Have a seat.” He offered again, though there wasn’t much conventional seating to be had.
17:56:04 [Emri] Her body, familiar and occasionally dreamt of, is comforting against his own. For a brief moment he wants nothing more than to simply hold her, and enjoy the warmth that, despite his naturally warm affinity, is comforting in the cold forest. Off in the distance, to either of their sides, he had noticed the faint glow of an aspiring fire. It meant nothing to him for the time being. Rather, Mila is the focal point for which his attention is on. " Good to know I'm not as reliant on cake as I thought, " he responds, returning her own growing smile with one of his own. Briefly retreating from the embrace, he scoots over to her own axe and lifts it up in his available hand, offering to take it back with them, should she even want to leave the forest. " How are you? " he asks, standing where she had once been sitting. Off in the distance voices picked up, likely where the fire was is weakly glowing. Due to the distance he's unable to tell that they're even students, let alone familiars, so for the time being they go ignored. Emri's content happy with the company he's run into, anyhow.
18:01:38 Trix feels his presence coming closer to her as she swallows her tears, the lump in her throat constructive for the time being. She cannot speak until it is pushed away. His arms coming around her, the way he held her so hesitantly neared may her well up again, though it was the tone in his voice as he apologized that caught the edge - there was something so much more to the one word. Turning slowly, she pivoted around to face the man, her azure hues lightened by the snow around them, the forest in their midst while she searches his face. As if reading his own mind, she shook her head, lips parted in a silent gasp. Hand moving, she motioned to place it against his cheek, not in a manipulating manner, but to console, to ensure he can feel it from her. “You have nothing.. nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t do this, Jer..This wasn’t your fault, nor was it your place to stop it from happening.” She held her hand against him, her eyes driving into him the words she spoke, giving a moments pause for them to sink in. A plethora of emotions wash through her. How she wished she could tell him how she truly felt. How right there - that very moment she wanted nothing more than to kiss him. To make this all go away and feel his lips against hers. It was as if an urgency of connection lusted in her body mind and soul, but she pushed it aside as best she could. She would not ruin a friendship by her emotions. There was Pixie after all - the girl he’d been talking to yesterday and after Pixie had stood up for Trix, there was nothing Trix would do to stop that conversation becoming more, if it evolved to that. IN her mind of course, they’d been flirting together - Trix becoming jealous, but no more. Not of a woman who’d given herself up to try and stop the punishment Trix was to receive. So Trix held back, though her hand remained in place, then slowly lowered as fingers deftly ran against his chin before lowering her arm once more. “It feels.. Like I’ve been broken up inside. That I’ve been torn apart. Everything I’ve done for this school, all the hard work I put into it was for nothing. I feel… angry. “ She commented passionately. “But the wounds on my back.. Though you cannot tell are gone. Healed by the Nurse Jacinth. It is to be a secret. We were all healed by her sympathy. It does not, however - take away the pain.” There was a finality to her manner, a darker side that revealed itself as she spoke, a dimension to Trix that hadn’t been explored yet. This angry side of all she cared about, around her - what she enjoyed had surfaced. “They tried to break me. I won’t let them win…”
18:11:08 Ignatius wouldn’t expect anything other than an ‘epic’ food fight to deserve as many lashes as she got, though he also assumed it wasn’t just her that received such discipline. A part of him was happy that he wasn’t there when all of this shit hit the fan, as he wasn’t necessarily sure how he would’ve reacted to being beaten. The thought of it had anger building within his chest, but it was quickly dismissed as she went on to explain the rest of the stipulations behind the punishment. “Y’can’t…heal?…That’s cruel. “ His brows furrowed in slight question, and he held back the desire to smile as wide as he possibly could; instead, a look between confusion and pain crept across his face, and he dropped his gaze to the stone step beneath his feet, only to give his head a dismayed shake. Violette, it would seem, was nothing more than a message, but was the message enough? She was tiny and insignificant in the scheme of things, surely, but was it wise to set his sights on a bigger fish? His skin was crawling now as he thought about carving up someone of more importance, and for a moment his down-cast gaze was vacant. It was only when she spoke that he’d be pulled back to reality, tossing her a curious glance. “…Y’don’t seem to be fine, though. “ It was a general observation. Though she was certainly doing her best to just ignore the pain and walk on like nothing had happened, it was obvious that she had gone out of her way to make herself more comfortable, but who wouldn’t? He’d noticed the way she had her hair, and he’d noticed how she’d sat forward more so than he remembered, perhaps so her skin wouldn’t touch the back of her shirt? “ Y’could say something like that. Th’ Big Bad Wolf got a little curious when he smelled blood…“ He trailed off, narrowing his eyes slightly. Yeah, that’s how he found her: he could smell her pain.
18:18:02 Mila was cheered slightly at the effort of humour, “I said different – not better.” Though teasing, her tone was still lowly and laced with the emotional pain that came hand in hand with torture. She knew Emri and the other boys had been forced to watch, and listen to their pain. Inwardly, she thanked fate that they had gone first, because she knew she would not have been able to observe her friends abused, not sit in wait knowing that she was next. The girl remained still when he parted from her to pick up the axe – instructing with movement that they would head back now. Mila was not all too ready to return to Hex, but follow she would, shrugging off his question. “Fine I guess.” Courtesy of Jacinth. The terror of being weak and at the mercy of another being, a violent monster who found pleasure in her pain had rocked her to her core. Mila would not sleep easy this night. It was not so easy to forget, and she found herself considering the repercussions for breaking into the Elixirs classroom or the Herbology store, classroom and greenhouse in order to thieve the necessary equipment and ingredients for a Pax Serum, an elixir designed to wipe certain alcoves within one's memory and bring peace. The only thing that held her back was the fear of being caught. To be found in the act would result in the sentence of more lashes, the discovery of those removed prior and more punishment for both herself, Jacinth and the others for the staff would easily presume they received the same treatment. It wasn't worth the risk. “Are you.. Okay? Did you get...” She couldn't say his name. “Him?” Unconscious at the time, she was unaware that Jake had been subjected to the sadist after she and oblivious to the fact that the Were was slightly lucky in the fact that though his punishment was considerably worse than the others, Fritzl had tired himself out on Mila. Assuming they were heading for the castle, she was unaware of any lingering presences in the forest. Keen senses meant nothing when she was too distracted to pay any mind to them.
18:23:21 Erinn had thought the food fight had been fun but now with the punishment and the lasting effects it was having, was it really worth it? Yeah, actually it was. She wasn't going to let fear of being beaten keep her from havign fun, it certainly wasn't her first time getting lashed and it wouldn't be the last, that much was certain. When he questioned about them not being ablt to heal, she shook her head "Nope, no healing.. It's just a scratch, " she would say to him and smirk a little. she saw the way his face turned to confusion and pain, btu something was off about it. What was up with him. "She could tell he was thinking about something, the way he looked down and the vacant look on his face, he felt off. She didn't know him well but she just had this nagging feeling pulling at her "Ignatius.. Is something up?" she would ask him as she leaned in, a hand rested on the top of his thigh lightly. When he said she didnt' seem fine, she frowned slightly and shrugged, Shit, I have to stop doing that! she thought to herself as the pain went through her back again and her hand tensed on his thigh a moment before she made herself relax again. "Does it matter if I am or not?" she would ask him then and shift slightly, her shirt was starting to stick to her wounds a little and it meant that whenever her shirt moved, it tugged at the scabs that were trying to form. "Oh.. That's kind of cool actually.. What's my blood smell like?" she asked him curiously as her head tilted to the side slightly and her hair fell to the side as she did so, curiosity glittered in her eyes.
18:32:32 Jer loosens his already cautious hold on her as she turns to face him within his arms. His soft features, usually so neutral and light while in the depths of a wandered reverie, now hold an uncharacteristic tinge of a folly's guilt. The touch of her hand and her supportive words, however, begin to encourage a proof of life to rise to them now. "But I could've..." Could he have? The future is not something that can be changed impromtu; even the seemingly miniscule detail of which table Trix chose that day could only have been altered from weeks, perhaps months ago. Forgoing the point, his gaze falls from hers, the momentary squeeze of his blink looking belabored for the thing. It's obvious he won't be able to abandon his dereliction so easily, even in spite of the blamelessness Trix has already bestowed on him. With both their contacts lowered from each other, he parlays a step backwards, an action which is soon transliterated into a pensive meander fire-side as he listens to all she has to tell him. If he's surprised by parts or intrigued by others, it doesn't show. His countenance remains like a stoic mask, neither absorbing nor ignoring the confessions close at hand. It is only by the end of her account that a faint half-smile graces his expression, tinted like a satisfaction hidden amongst the shadows of dancing flames. "...Good." An inappropriate word to use for the circumstances, perhaps, but nevertheless the one he choose just prior to returning his sights to her (with a full smile in accompaniment). "Because we can't lose." Immediately detaching from that train of thought, he very suddenly laments something else, emphasized with a joking wince and ruffle of his hand through his brown mop of hair. "Damn, I stole from my roommate fer nothin. A fairly decent healer mage, he is," he goes on to explain, lowering his hand in an idle gesture. "I'd figured you'd be needin somethin fer the pain." He banks on banter like this to float them as oil atop a tempestuous sea, avoiding - for now - graver topics.
18:38:02 [Emri] Not better. Ouch. Her joking is a welcomed sight, and brings an even larger smile to his face. Both her physical and verbal hesitation are noticed immediately, and in recognizing such, Emri dropped both of their tools of punishment. He was in no particular rush to return to Hex, and certainly didn't want to force her back into the confines of the building where their lashings had occurred. Instead, with both of his arms then open, he stepped forward her to steal another hug. Without her hands to intervene, Emri pulls her in as close as possible, strong arms wrapping around either side to keep her for what seems to be forever. Fear had been particularly absent throughout the elemental's life having always been one to fight down challenges, destroying connections before they could return the appropriate punishment whether they were of good or bad nature. But should one possess the ability to probe him, fear was most certainly present in his mind at the time; Fear of losing the crush he couldn't quite come to admit to, the old friend that could fuck his way through life with a joy few others had, and the other students at Hex that he had come to start considering friends. On cue, his back momentarily spasms, and in turn his arms squeeze particularly tight. Emri's unaware of it, but its an action that had formed as a direct result of the lashing, and would serve as both a reminder of the pain and as an outlet of an anger that had been once so carefully quelled into a hush. " I'm fine, " he finally responds, either still with her in his grasp, or close to him, " I don't know who I got, though. Didn't look. " He had refused to give them the satisfaction - to hide from them the pain that a lashing would bring anyone. It was his to own and control.
18:44:19 Ignatius would smile a bit as she poked at his current state-of-mind. “ Yeah, I’m fine, jus’ a bit tired, s’all. “ The exact opposite of what he’d used against Aubrey, was it? “ Haven’t had a lot’o sleep recently, y’know? “ His facial expression would be a lot more light now, a grin curling upon his lips. Yeah, he hadn’t forgotten anything that happened between the two of them while everyone else was asleep, aside from Emri peeking from behind the couch like a total perv.The hand on his thigh got a bit of his attention, his gaze falling to it briefly before he moved his attention back to her as she struggled with the pain, “ Well, not really, I s’pose, it jus’ makes it a little difficult t’talk t’you, bein’ empathetic and whatnot…“ He’d explain, moving to drape an arm across her shoulders. He was careful not to touch her back in any way, shape, or form, as he went out of his way to keep his forearm from touching. Gently, he’d tug her towards him, his palm gently resting on her right shoulder. If she felt up to it, she could lean against him to take a load off, if only for a minute. If she did follow his lead, he’d move his hand from her shoulder to her hair, fingers burying themselves within her brown locks to soothingly run through it. Though he’d gotten some pleasure from her pain, being in such close proximity to it was beginning to irritate him; the ministrations of his fingers wouldn’t do anything to directly take away from the pain she was feeling, but perhaps it would help her block it out? That’s all he wanted, really. She was tolerable in his eyes, so helping out just a tiny bit wasn’t beyond him. “ It smells jus’ like everyone else’s blood, really. “ He started, chest heaving heavily as he breathed it in. “…Kinda like a penny, if y’can remember that smell. Then, if you took th’ penny and soaked it in yer scent, you’d have what it smells like. “ He’d nod after that, feeling it was a rather thorough analogy. “ I didn’t know you’d be out here, that’s all. </I>“ He’d explain, tracing a bit of her hair over her ear.
18:48:51 [Trix] “You couldn’t have… and that’s it. You may have a gift to see beyond, but it doesn’t mean you can see everything.” She had commented in response to his efforts. No, she would not accept his guilt in this situation, as happy as it made her feel. That he would want to save her from such pain. To shadow her from the torment she now feels. To warn her of what would come due to the very table she chose to sit. It was an affable thought that beckoned her mind to wander for a moment, but she pushed it aside. They were friends and that was something she cherished more than anything right now. As he pulled away, she turned to watch him, the wind catching the blond strands of hair on occasion, pulling them from her tied braid to dance around her dainty features. The fire continued to glow and resonate, the warmth offering a gentle, near soothing passion against the chill of air that surrounded them. “Ah.. I am sorry. It happened early this morning. It is a secret though. IF we are caught..” She shudders inwardly, thinking of the punishment, of how the lash had broken skin, how Xander had rightly punished her with all he had. It made her shiver despite the warmth, for it wasn’t a cold chill she felt but fear. It crept inside her, meandered through her blood. “But I appreciate the effort. Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me to know you’d steal from your room mate for me.” Yet another gesture of friendship.? She was keen to denote his presence and behavoir. Despite what had gone on with her, she was very much open to percieve him and thus she did, noting the soft looks, the guilt he still carried and darker musings that echoed in his mind. “What else is going on?” She questioned, motioning to sit by the fire, crossing her legs as best she could under her, adjusting the tartan skirt over her thighs. She patted the ground beside her. “It’s warm and dry. Stay a while if you can. And tell me.. This isn’t all about me you know. I can tell something is on your mind. Something more than we’ve talked about”. Would he open up to her? Give her some insight into his thoughts. She knew him, but truly only a side to him. There were so many other facets to the male she’d likely never know even given the time. “And what did you mean, We cannot lose?“
18:56:57 Mila 's head canted, eyes widening with startled relief when he dropped the tools and thought better of their early return to dinner. The shadow of evening was slowly seeping darkness into the already gloomy forest, but she felt nothing but safe when he stepped forward and held her to him. Hands that pressed to his broad chest skimmed up along his body, slipping to hook loosely around his neck whilst she rose on tiptoe. Every curve of her lithe body was pressed flush to him, the steady beat of her heart easily felt, even through the layers of their Hex uniforms. Mila squeezed him when he jerked (minds out of the gutter, assholes), fingertips toying with the back of his collar slightly. Whispering to his revelation, “I wish I didn't.” Fate had smiled upon her – there was no Hex class this day. But Monday would come soon and enough and she would be forced to face the sadist of her nightmares again. Her eyes fluttered shut, losing the memory and instead focusing on the present. Nothing had felt quite so right in a long time, nothing so sweet. Mila never wanted to let go, and it scared her – the depending on another.
19:01:06 Erinn could see him smile as she asked about him and nodded, "Yeah.. I know what you mean, I've never been good with sleep though.." she would say to him, and watched as he seemed to lighten up a bit, that grin that curled his lips made her grin more, she saw a certain glint in his eyes and had to wonder if he was thinking of Sunday night now and what had happened. She smirked a bit, "More long nights?" she would tease him, though she didn't expect him to actually answer if he had been having more long nights, nto really her business, just a playful comment to lighten things more. She frowned as he admitted that it was making it hard to talk to her, she frowned, "I could always leave.." she suggested to him, she wouldn't really take it personally, but then he put his arm around her shoulders, she was grateful for how gentle and careful he was with her. She relaxed as he tugged her towards him and let herself lean against him, her head rested against his shoulder and she closed her eyes with a soft sigh. It was nice, just to relax, have someone to sit with, put aside the bull shit and just smile, even if he was irritated. She could feel some tension from him and looked up to him as he ran his fingers through her hair, "It really does bother you.. Doesn't it?" she asked softly, a little concern in her voice and she would watch him another moment before her eyes fell shut again and she releaxed even more. She loved to have her hair played with, it was a weakness of hers that he seemed to figure out pretty quickly. She just listened to him as she sat there with him and he played with her hair, she breathed in his scent, one that was rather familiar to her now and smirked "So a me scented penny.. Doesn't sound like the best smell, pennies smell kind of weird." she would say to him and her eyes opened lazily to look up to him as he traced a strand of hair over her ear, "I'm glad you found me, didn't know I wanted company, but I guess I did.." she would say, or maybe it was just him, she didn't know but she was content enough for the moment, comfortable.
19:12:51 [Emri] Seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes dared to pass the entirety of the night away. Every time Emri felt the heat from them wouldn't be enough to protect them from the forest, he was certain to churn out more warmth - a peculiar ability that he wasn't even aware other of his kind could muster. But he knew that despite the shell their bodies formed in the wilderness, and the infinite that seemed to form between them, undoubtedly sparking from what had been forming over the past few weeks as well as the bond that they, along with their select other peers, would always share, they would eventually have to return to Hex. They would have to go back to classes, be assigned homework, stare their punishers in the face, and move on. Emri was certain though that between these menial tasks, they would come to join together and with the help of Pixie's proof, form a plan of revenge. They couldn't lose. Hesitantly, but an action nonetheless, he withdraws from the hug, and leaving the weapons of their punishment there to be picked up another day, begins to trudge through the blanket of snow to join their peers within the Institute.
19:21:58 Mila released her hold of him as he stepped from the embrace, and hung back as he began to move forward. “I'll... be there soon.” Mila wasn't ready yet, and she had no hunger for the dinner meal that was due to be served in an hour or so. The brunette turned on her heel and began to pick her way through the darkness of the forest, never bothering to cast an orb to light her way. Her general direction would make it clear to any who knew of it's location, that she was headed for the lab. Once in the cave, her petite form took to a recline on her favourite chaise.
19:23:38 Ignatius wasn’t necessarily the most experienced person when it came to comforting someone else, especially with his offensive personality and sarcastic rebuttals, but simply from what he could remember from his childhood, quelling the pain wasn’t too difficult. He had suffered many wounds similar to what she was sporting now throughout his past, but his would heal quickly, if not immediately with his enhanced fortitude: the suffering wasn’t usually a long period of time unless the method of discipline had been changed up, but he definitely knew what she was going through. “ Mmhmm…“ He’d rumble to her response, another slight bob of his head in tandem. He could feel her pain, simply because the emotions in the immediate area were so thick. It was impossible not to feel them, as any normal person would be able to at this point, so to him it was that much more obvious. “ And yeah, pennies do smell weird. S’why I found ya’ as quickly as I did, blood kinda has it’s own unique smell regardless of who y’are. “ Just a random tidbit of information he’d manage to uncover over the years, and one as true as could be, too. Her last comment, though, had him grinning just a little bit. “ Oh, is ‘at so? Well, I guess it was a bit’o coincidence. I jus’ got outta class when I smelled you. Guess y’went past it when y’came outside? “ It was the only logical conclusion, really. “ And, I mean, I haven’t seen ya’ since that night, so I figured I’d see what was goin’ on. “ He’d explain a bit more, grinning a bite more widely as he gently massaged her scalp with his fingers. “ I got a little bit of free time, then I gotta go get started on some o’this homework…“ He huffed, tone somewhat nagging as he remembered it all. Some he’d do, some he wouldn’t; he just needed to discern which pieces meant something and which were busywork.
19:24:50 [Jer] In actuality, his rummaging through his roommate's possessions and stealing a vial was not as terrible as it sounds. The four of them happen to have honed a very balanced understanding of plausible deniability over the years. Whenever one utters aloud 'man, sure wish I knew if Jessica Conners is going home this break' or 'too bad girls' skirts don't flip up in the wind like they used to' or 'a numbing salve would be mighty nice in a pinch', they all knew what roles to play in this theater of guiltless productivity. (So, if we are to flesh out this story, his healer friend had then announced that he'd just made a fresh batch, that Jeremy couldn't have any, and that he would be leaving the room for ten minutes to catch some fresh air.) In any case, these details are neither here nor there; it only explains how easily the seer was able to brush off his (ultimately needless) deed in the first place. Thus armed with that casual air, he offhandedly shrugs off any and all acknowledgment of his effort and moves to claim his allotted place beside her. Hand down, then sitting, he removes his bag and sets it at his unoccupied side. "Dunno," he replies, his secrecy quite nonchalant as he brushes his hands against one another before offering their palms to the fire's warmth. "Seems right, is all." Though whether he means it's morally inevitably or future assured is left to debate. As for whatever it is that weighs on his mind, he hesitates on the threshold of it. In his face, she could see hints what's beneath: not only a decision of how to start but also a subtle idea that he's deciding between drops of a veritable ocean. Yet abruptly he brightens, tossing her a smile before delving into his bag. Shortly he produces a book, about an inch thick and only a measure larger than a person's hand. A bit old but still nicely bound, he cocks it her way. "Found this, up in the attics as it were." Ars Fascinandi: Hexes of the Renaissance Period. "Dunno 'ow long it's been there. Been givin it a read though before I give it tern Mister Vostok. I figured 'e might appreciate it on account of..." And he thumbs the cover open, revealing the Property of Hex Institute stamp within. The last checkout date written in? 1978.
19:36:08 [Trix] How subtle and smooth he was - carefully pushing her away from the questions she’d asked, yet she knew there was more to him. There was always more to him. The man behind the mask. Sometimes it frustrated her. She just wished he could be open with her. Tell the ministrations of his mind. Perhaps it would help him. Perhaps having someone to listen to would make all the difference to the man who seemed to carry a World upon his shoulders. But, she couldn’t get through to him. No matter what she did or said. There would always be something blocking her from reaching inside. Truly reaching inside to break out the man from the boy, the truth behind his words that were spoken at face value. “Oh okay..” She responded in kind to the lack of words given to her question. Though she felt as if she’d hit a brick wall yet again and it frustrated her. “You do that a lot, you know. Say Something then never expand on it. I‘m here to listen, you realize that right? I thought you would know that by now. ” A frown danced upon her features though it was soon replaced by curiosity as he procured the book, her gaze falling onto it as she read the inscription and date it was last checked out. “Oh.. I think he would love that.” So would she, who was every curious to read about it but it was Vostok’s gift. She‘d not ask to see it as much as she was tempted to read it.. Curiosities such as that would always tempt her. “I think that would be perfect for him.” She smiled his way, allowing the warmth of the fire to spread over her. Though she inched it up a little, using a small cast to envelope the flame more, letting it grow. Turning her attention back to Jeremy, she chewed upon her bottom lip momentarily then without further warning, she blurted out the question that had been plaguing her. “Pixie.. She was talking with you yesterday. You seemed to be in a good conversation there.. Is there something more going on?” She quipped trying to sound light hearted and merely just a friend edging him on. “She’s pretty in her own way, and well, she doesn’t seem to hold back much. I’m sure she can offer something pretty good for an interested male..” God how it hurt her to say such words, but she wanted him to know he had her support if something was there. “She’s pretty open about things. ..seemed she had quite the interest in you..”
19:38:02 Erinn didn't usually seek to be comforted and coddled, she was self sufficient normally, friends were good but she was content to be along, unattached. He had surrpised her with the comfort he was offering, but she didn't push him away, didn't shrug it off like maybe she would have in another situation. As he nodded to her to her she frowned slightly, she didn't want it to bother him so much, didn't want to effect him negatively but he was still there so she figured that meant it was at least bareabe for him, she felt a little relieved and went back to leaned against him with her eyes closed. She smirked to herself as he said that it did smell kind of weird and that's why he found her, " Great, so now you're here with me and you're telling me a smell weird.. Way to make me feel better, love." she said to him a bit teasingly. She listened as he explained further and he mentioned that night, she looked to him and smiled a bit, " That night.. it's funny how it seems like it jut happened but at the same time like it's been a long time.." she shook her head and looked down a moment and let her hair fall in her face "That made sense in my head but sounded really dumb once I said it." she admitted to him and smirked as her cheeks colored slightly at being embarassed. "So, now that you know what's going on.. And you have some free time.. what do you want to do?" she would ask him as she looked up to him again and he massaged her scalp, the delight and pleasure could be seenin her eyes, itn the way her face relaxed and didn't look so pained. "Oh don't pout, I know you'll miss me when you leave to do your homework, but I promise you'll find me again." she said with a grin.
20:08:03 Ignatius did find it tolerable to a certain extent, at least enough to sit with her here for as long as he had been. A chuckle escaped him as she poked her little joke, “ Wha’? Y’do! S’not a bad thin’ though, y’know. “ He knew she was simply joking from the very beginning, but the arm around her shoulders would soothingly massage her upper arm as his fingers continued to comb through her hair. Her next comment had him grinning somewhat toothily as she stumbled over her words, rambling on just a little bit as she tried to save face with her explanation. “ Smoooooooth. “ He’d reply, moving his hand to tug on a handful of hair gently, though playfully. “ As for me? …I’m feelin’ a bit hungry. “ He’d forgone eating for a good day now, aside from a little something here or there - he hadn’t had anything filling in a while, and that could prove troublesome. He was a Werewolf, and when it came to eating? Well, lets just say he could eat his weight in just about anything that had meat in it and then some. He could see that she was a bit more relaxed now, and that at least her thoughts had been pulled from dwelling on the pain to something else. That alone would dull the pain quite a bit, assuming nothing accidentally bumped into her lashings. “ Down for a bite t’eat? “ Spending a little bit more time with her wouldn’t hurt, right? If she was keen on it, he’d ease not only himself to his feet, but her as well, his arm dropping to his side afterwards, though careful not to bump her. Shouldering his messenger bag again, he’d turn to move back inside, holding the door open for her.
20:09:29 [Jer] When Trix correctly points out his elusive manner and volunteers her ample consideration in its stead, she leaves herself open to (and inevitably receives) one of his classic reactions: a humored chuckle and short apology. It is, again, a disarming evasion. He truly does understand that she only wants to help, though. Knowing how much so is another matter. Unfortunately for her efforts, the seer remains as closed off as ever - but for whose good? Perhaps for everybody's. Like a loose thread, if she wishes to pull it free, she should be prepared for the possible unraveling of the entire tapestry. "Take a look," he urges her, ferrying the book into her hands. By the grace of a red-ribboned bookmark built into the volume's spine, he carts her a third of the way into the tome already. "Probably may fave, this one 'ere," he introduces the dueling hex, Auris Papilionum, with a tap of his finger on the page. It's a slightly odd but admittedly funny choice. Now, with the fire lent some fervor and the conversation continuing to a new topic (one that's apparently been sitting on the half-fae's mind), Jer is stirred by a confused mixture of amusement and panic. "Whoa, 'old on now," he begs her, hands raised defensively between them. Her implication was like a sneak attack! "That was stric'ly business," he swears to her. It ought to be to someone's credit, either hers or his, that he's trying to squash this Pixie notion as fast as he can. "She just..." He dilly-dallies on revealing the details. They aren't going to make any sense, not without another explanation to explain the explanation. "Nothin," he defaults to. "I'm not in'trested in 'er, if that's what yer meanin." At least he can divulge that much.
20:23:42 [Trix] It was a sneak attack, but one she needed to get out in the open. To clear the air and she visibly relaxes some after he makes it clear that there was no interest in Pixie what so ever. Despite everything that had gone on yesterday, the whippings and the like, this was one thing that had sat on her mind for a good deal of time. Inevitably there would come a day where the male would find interest in another female and Trix would have to be use to such things, though as much as she didn’t like it, his friendship meant more to her than coming between other females. Swallowing the lump that had raised in her throat, her eyes cast a sideways glance, her gaze peering over his features that reflected in the moonlight. How pale his eyes were. How much they held within them. Darkness was moving in on the short days. Dinner in the hall would be served soon but Trix wanted no part of the dining hall - she would not step in that place, having had little to eat all day because of it. She couldn’t bring herself to walk within and recall those same steps she made the night before. The lash against her skin, how it felt. How she cried out.. She shivered inwardly as a rush of chill spanned her bones though she quickly pushed it aside as her gaze went to the book now in her hands. The hex before her was gauged ad she revealed a curious response to such notation. “Are all the hexes in here like this?” She had just finished reading Huddleston’s Compendium of Hexes and Charms, a First Edition which Vostok had found for her in his restoration room. It had been an old document dating back centuries, but this particular hex was no where to be found. She should know as she had memorized the book, wanting to familiarize herself with magic and the like, in particular hexes. “How strange indeed. Why did you pick this one out in particular?” As she peered back toward the book, openly thumbing the pages of the tome, but leaving the bookmark in place. Then ever so casually she exhaled slowly. “I’m glad you aren’t interested in her..” Back to Pixie.. “Just so you know. I’m really glad.” It was inevitable that he didn’t know how she felt about him, but perhaps he was as ignorant to things as she was? She doubted that, but if he was interested in her in some further way than just friends, perhaps he’d have done something, said something by now. But he hadn’t. Did he even remotely feel the way she did in his presence? Her eyes landed upon him again as she felt the warmth of the fire spreading over her, but it wasn’t just from the flames, it was from him sitting beside her. It was from his very presence. A slight blush rose over her orange piqued cheeks, though hard to see in the darkening of the night, and by the ebb and sway of the fire. “Is there someone you are interested in?…” The question asked, she merely wanted the truth.
20:44:45 [Emri] With a preemptive dinner having been retrieved through personal means (delving into his stash of stored goods), Emri finds the school to be... suspiciously abandoned. Clarity runs strong however and but a moment later he realizes that it is due to the very supper he's skipping. Was suspicion supposed to linger even though the source was such was effectively dispelled? Shaking the thoughts aside for more urgent matters, the fifth-year starts his wandering - seemingly aimless, though entirely honed - through the halls, careful to keep to the shadows and avoid any unwanted attention from teachers. Eventually he comes across the library, and though it too is relatively empty, the few souls that are in there and the fewer that dare glance upon the student pay him no worthy mind; they are all there for one similar reason or another, and if they judged one another, who would be there for acceptance? So continuing with his adapted silence, Emri begins to walk along the length of bookshelves, his fingers running along their spines, old and new alike, predating his dark eyes which shortly scan the names there after. Occasionally he stops to further prod at a book, briefly thumbing through its pages and chapters, and on even rarer occasions does he actually snatch the book fully into his grasp, fashioned in a way that alerts anyone that looks at him that it will be for further, more private use.
21:02:21 Jer intends not to bother or force anything upon her, she who had met the whipping block without so much as the satisfaction of having broken a rule to get there. That said, if she merely wants to sit here, he'll sit here. If she wants to skip dinner, he'll offer to fetch her food or skip it too. The only thing he will eventually put his foot down for is beating lights out; no matter what, he's not going to allow her to earn more punishment so soon for something so simple. "S'pose so," he answers her about the hexes contained within. "I mostly kept to the duelin section. There're bits 'bout plague, money, persuasion... Back 'alf's plumb dedicated to art." Coming out of the darkness of the Middle Ages, the huge boom in merchant and artist success during the Renaissance wasn't a completely untouched process. Just enough Ether in the right direction could go a long way. "Dunno why I picked that one, though. It's... useless but useful too. Slightly mad," after all, it was a distraction maneuver involving a rabble of butterflies bursting from the opponent's ear, "but... dunno." He smiles. "Just like it." Borrowing his line of sight away from her illuminated facade, he looks to the fire and resumes the warming of his hands, utilizing the occasional rub to aid his skin. "Well," he starts, pausing as he proverbially steps up on his soapbox, "I'm glad yer glad." That is likely the truth; but without seeking eye contact, the focus of his tone is on levity rather than sincerity. Of course, the phrase has no bearing in the face of the oncoming train, the unstoppable question that flattens all other conscious thought. A teenage boy first and a seer second, he intrinsically knew this conversation would one day arrive - and he still hadn't prepared a thing for it. "...Dunno," is the best answer he can give as his eyes lower straight down from the fire's core. With a bit of conviction, those sights pick back up to whence they'd falled. But how his hearts beats in his chest! Even if his reply were truthful, he knows it's not good enough. He fears, fears in what way Trix will take it and whether or not his lack of something more would become a wedge between them.
21:09:47 Pixie tells herself that the aching muscles on her arms are making her stronger. Cutting wood at the professors’ behest will make her stronger, not weaker. She stretches her biceps across her bare chest a few times before collecting her bra off the floor and beginning to redress. She kisses her current paramour, a flaxen-haired sixth year Mer, still in the comfortable state of undress, before the little she-wolf ducks out of the Tritus girl’s dorm room. Yeah, they were just studying together… Boots still unlaced, she shrugs into her leather jacket on the way out the courtyard door. Pixie has skipped all the means in the Great Hall today, depleting her supplies of junk food stash. Rather than give up and enter one of the sites of her pack’s undoing, the short dame trundles towards a cold bench, preferring a post-coital cigarette over mealtime. Her skinny figure will thank her, although her wolf hates missing meals. Fingers tremble faintly when they place a thin clove cigar between her mocking lips, and her lighter has to be flicked six times before a puny flame catches to light the cherry. What is usually a makeup-laden princess seeking to butt into anyone’s and everyone’s fun and business is now a troubled little scout, alone and fretting over half-formed war plans.
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Post by Mila on Dec 7, 2012 8:05:01 GMT -5
21:22:53 [Trix] The duel was funny. It was obviously a mischievous one at that, but her attention was hard to focus on such things. Yesterday she felt she would die at the hands of Xander. She felt her life would end in the moments of the Great Hall. One cannot simply come back from that and expect everything to be okay. Things she’d appreciated before had far more value now then what the previously had and that included her friendship with Jeremy. In the matter of a night, her emotions had spanned what could be the equivalent of a Century, and she was looking for answers, but all the answers she got this evening consisted of one word. “Dunno”. The book was slowly closed and handed back to him, if he took it, if not it would be placed upon the ground. “It’s a great book. I think Vostok will appreciated it very much. He’s had a hard couple of days too I believe, so when it’s gift giving time, I’m sure he’ll be impressed with such a find.” Her tone had changed slightly, though she was doing her best not to, his answer had left her feeling further off. The fact that there could be someone ate away at her inside. The fact that he wasn’t forthcoming meant to her that there was perhaps someone who he had his eye on. Maybe he wasn’t telling her for the sake of not wanting to hurt her? It was a possibility. After all, he could see in the further. “Are you cold?” She quipped, watching him warm his hands. “I’m.. not ready to go inside. I can’t go in there and eat..” She voiced her concern to him before she stood, wiping the dirt of her clothes before heading away from the fire. Moving into the bush she began to collect more pieces of wood for the fire, nestling through the area and using her mage powers to bring blocks of wood to the surface. Dry pieces to allow the fire to grow further as she edge further away from the flame. “But if you want to go, please don’t stay back on my account. If you’re hungry, just go eat. “ The call was given over her shoulder as she busied herself - not wanting to face him fully at the moment for she was suddenly shy and rather embarrassed. In her mind, she’d always seen him falling for her. But in reality, well - dreams just didn’t come true. She had to reconcile herself with the fact of friendship and that’s all that it was. It just wasn’t news she needed to hear after her ordeal the previous night. Something uplifting would have been wondrous. Something.. To make her feel the beating she got last night was all worth it. But she should know better than that to expect anything from Jeremy that way. She was like a sister to him, and would likely remain as such. Coming back with a handful of logs, she dropped them down onto the ground. Her uniform was scruffy, her shirt dirty from the mud, and yet the glow of the fire made her more wanton and innocent in how it caused her to glow. Wild, like a sprite she could fit the motion of a dance, circumventing the fire in how she motioned - her fae presence and glow emanating from her. She knew not of it’s doing, or why - it was a natural state to want to be provocative and alluring in such a position but Trix had little sway over when it happened. She didn’t make it occur, it simply did, especially when she felt very much a wallflower and even more so due to yesterdays pain. Eyes meeting his, she spoke again, hands moving to her slim, slender hips, revealing her tiny waist. “Really, you can go. I don’t want you sitting here just because I’m here. I don’t need someone to take care of me or watch over me.. “ The truth of the matter was she really didn’t want him to go, but her defences were up, and after last night, her emotions lay unchecked.
21:38:58 Erinn listened to him as he chuckled and she laughed softly with him as he said that it wasn't a bad thing, she nudged him gently with her shoulder, her hand still rested on top of his leg as she leaned against him and felt him massaging her upper arm and play with her hair more. "I love that..better not share my weakness, " she would say to him with a smirk about him playing with her hair, he had done that on Sunday night too, briefly, seemed he remembered. When he grinned at her she sighed and felt so dumb because her words didn't quite come out right and he just had to tease her about it."Can't think straight when you're doing that to my hair, so it's your fault, not mine." she said to him and her jaw raised a touch in defiance as she grinned at him and sighed softly. He was hungry, she was hungry too though it wasn't as bad as she would have expected, she hadn't had breakfast or lunch today and yesterdday she hadn't had lunch either and dinner, she'd had a couple bites before the food fight so it had actually been a while since she'd eaten. She would nod to his question, "Sounds good to me, just no food fight this time.." she would say with a smirk, "I'm glad at least you didn't get pulled into it." she would say to him with a small smile as she stood up with him, her hand fell away from his leg as he stood and his arm dropped from being around her shoulders. He had been keeping her warm out there and now that he wasn't so close and his arm wasn't around her, she felt herself shiver slightly, it made her wince so she forced her muscles to relax so she wouldn't shake. She headed inside with him "Such a gentleman," she would say to him with a smirk and wait to see where he wanted to sit."We have to chop wood as part of the punishment.. Never really been one to chop wood so I'm not looking forward to it, but we can't go to events or the ball if we don't do it and there's no way I'm missing the ball." she would say, it was a bit of a girl moment, but it was true, she didn't want to miss out on getting all dolled up and dancing. Would she be healed by then? She frowned as she thought about that, what if she wasn't, then she would look horrible with a gross lashed open back, who would want to dance with that? she shook the thought aside as she fell silent and followed Ignatius' lead.
21:49:04 Pixie stares blankly at the snow, the tracks she made in it with her dirty boots. Dirt from the dungeons. Is she constructing this war against their abusers because of her own beating, or the injustice of Trix’s condemnation despite her innocence. Pixie wants to believe it is for the ladder, because the former makes her a coward. Students who have been here for years frequent the dungeons multiple times, but last night was different. Trix didn’t deserve that—none of them did. The lovely, tragic blonde Fae had asked her earlier, What is it like to be you? The wolf wears her strength like a straight jacket—lies, without which, she will fall to pieces. Her brokenness occurred before the dungeon, so the professors failed to break her. But the other children here should not be destroyed. Pixie drags her legs onto the bench, hiding her face by meeting forehead and knees. Her cigar dangles forgotten while those skinny shoulders quiver with silent sobs.
22:04:47 Ignatius definitely knew that feeling - the one where you just get so relaxed when someone were to play with your hair. He could relate, as it was one of the very, very few ways to soothe the savage beast once he got his blood heated. That was assuming the place and time was correct and it wasn’t some random creeper trying to put their greasy mitts in his hair. “ I’ll ‘member tha’ f’next time. “ He’d tease, his grin growing just a little. “ Yeah, none’o tha’ food fightin’ shit. I’m liable t’snap someone in half if they come at me with some kinda whip. “ He huffed, shaking the thought free from his mind shortly afterwards. No, none of these thoughts were going to impede with his meal - it’s not like many could, in all realization. He could probably eat just fine with some decaying, terrible-smelling, disemboweled corpse all chopped up and mutilated in front of him, but that’s just how he was. “ A gentleman? “ He scoffed as he stepped inside, falling back in step with her as he more or less led them towards some place to stuff his face. “ Don’t get too used to it, yeah? “ He’d tease again, that grin coming back to his lips. He wasn’t usually this nice to anyone, regardless of who they were. That rush from earlier was still keeping him strung-out on this high, so today’s encounter was relatively rare. She went on about the rest of her punishment for taking part in the food fight, and his attention was piqued: physical labor on top of all of those lashings that weren’t allowed to heal through magical means? “ That’s…yikes. “ The image didn’t set well with him, as was displayed with the shakiness of his voice. “ Th’ Ball…? Oh, right. “ He didn’t even realize that was so close. Would he go? Probably not. It just wasn’t his thing, really. Getting all suited up to dance in front of people he didn’t really care for didn’t sound like a night of fun, but he could still be persuaded, possibly. “ Been a while since I’ve been t’one o’those. Bein’ ’round all those people jus’ isn’t my thing. “ Just a confession, really. He’d lead them down to the mess hall, gait casual and a bit restrained as to not make Erinn exert any more effort than usual to move from Point A to Point B.
22:11:09 Jer would have to take this one step at a time, word by word, like all those normal folks who live their lives in real time. He could do it. But like a sailor returned from a lengthy voyage at sea, the hard and factual ground beneath him affords a surprisingly unsure footing. So by her subject change, he dares grant his gaze aside to her and duly receives the book back into his care. Fashioning the item away in his bag, he then shakes his head at her inquiry, paired with a burgeoning "nn" of a no en route to replacing his gaze upon her. Obviously, her words were at least slightly more than a mere concern for his well-being. Her bountiful trepidations of her ordeal lie beneath the surface and, beneath them, the befuddled emotions that had existed prior, amplified now. He stands not long after she does, as if pulled by the vacuum created in her wake. Not to act like any more of an encumbrance than he apparently was, he begins to help by picking up bits of tinder too. Admittedly, he scraps he eventually delivers by the fire's side is hodgepodge and deplorable. His brain had been nowhere within the act, hands acting mechanical to grab whatever seemed burnable while his eyes and mind focused on her. By the end of it, she verbally pushes him away, leaving the ultimate decision up to him. Is he supposed to give her space or is he supposed to stubbornly stay? "But..." He had tracked her down specifically to spend time with her, worried enough to ensure that she wasn't alone. He wavers, and his gaze drifts aside. "Aul right," he retreats, defeated. "I jus wanted to... know ya were fine." Those words had been carefully, craftfully chosen. Picking up his brief bag, he slings the strap over his head and arm. Rekindling eye contact, he manages to dole a friendly smile and rise chipper in tone. "If yer wantin me leave ya be, I s'pose I'll see you 'round la'er. D'you... want me bringin you some food. M'sure I could manage it." He was dense, but considerate.
22:17:14 Erinn was aware he liked his hair played with, she'd done that a bit on Sunday though that was a diferent story. She grinned as he said that he would remember it for next time, "Next time, hmm? And what might happen on this next time?" she would ask him and grin teasingly before laughing, it felt good to be joking again and carefree, just making jokes and flirting harmlessly. "I don't think anyone is going to want to start another after what happened yesterday." she said to him and shivered slightly, she remembered the feel of being whipped, the sound, the smell of blood was inescapable with so much being spilt. She felt her jaw tense but she let it go as he led them so they could eat, her attention was all on him, she didn't notice anyone else about, just enjoyed being close and talking. She saw the look but let it go as they continued talking, she had thought it funny when he said not to get used to him being a gentleman, she wouldn't. She had seen him around and didn't think this is how he normally was, so she didn't count on this type of thing happening again. When he said he hadn't been to one in a while, she arched a brow but smiled softly as he said ti wasn't his thing. "That's a shame.. Guess I'll just have to find someone else to dance with me.." she would say with a smirk. She wasn't too worried about it, it was a dance, there would be music and food, people dancing, she didn't need a date but she wondered if she would have one, it might be fun to have someone on her arm all night, so long as they weren't high maintenance. She appreciated the slow pace and offered him a smile, "Thanks.." she said to him.
22:27:05 [Trix] She wasn’t fine. That was the problem. Her life was turned upside down the previous day and the horrors of what had happened still remained fresh in her mind. But she didn’t want him there for pity. She wanted him there because he -wanted- to be there. Not to feel any sort of pressure or obligation. Trix doesn’t really want him to leave. Even the silence between them can give her more comfort than being alone, but she is lost in a dismal place, searching for something and no one seems to have answers for her. Answers she can take and ride with. The moment he grabs his bag, she is panicking again inwardly. She knew she was pushing him away. Her walls were up her defences fully kindled by the light of fire that burned inside her. She didn’t speak. But her eyes held the volumes in them as she suddenly moved toward him, hand going toward his bag in an attempt to pull it down from his shoulder, wanting it to drop to the ground. Her body inches closer to his, her eyes peer upwards in their azure gaze while arms motion to move up around his neck, aiming to tug him down as her head rested against his chest. Hearing his heart beat in a rhythmic pattern that was constant and comfortable. “I’m sorry.” She mumbles into the moment. “I don’t think I am fine.. Not really..” As she held onto him, not wanting to let go. He was a strength to her that she could take from in the now. The strength she had within her had waned and although they had not broken her, she was damaged in many ways from the events of yesterday as tears began to pour from her eyes. “I’m not okay and I really don’t want you to leave. I just.. I’m not use to this. I don’t . I never had someone before around me like you. I never trusted anyone like I do you..” The explanation was given, which he knew to be true. Trix didn’t trust many, and those she did were rare and few and had taken some time for her to give into that trust. “I don’t know how to be right now.. I ‘m doing it all wrong..”
22:43:45 Pixie ceases her pity party with a suddenness that borders on madness: the tiny she-wolf leaps off of the bench and smears a paw over her damp face, sniffing in the cold. Snarling at showing such weakness, even without visible eyes to catch the act, Pixie makes an unpleasant, guttural war-cry as she punches the unmoving stone bench. Her knuckles split, one of the bones in her hand splinters, and the stone bench topples in two pieces. This time, that bleeding hand does not shake when she lights another thin clove. Her mask is back in place, a scornful scowl on her mocking mouth, dead doe-eyes illuminated by each inhale on her cigar. There is a distant scent of burning beyond her cigarette, but something holds the wolf back. Best to remain in solitude for the sake of others’ bonding for now.
22:54:33 Ignatius could only shrug lightheartedly in response, “ Oh, y’know. Stuff. “ He really didn’t know what he would, could, or should do, but he was perfectly aware of what she was referring to. Being playfully vague was fun too, right? Of course it was! “ You’re probably right ‘bout that. ‘Specially since y’all are bein’ used as an example, right? “ Of course they were. There were a lot of them caught during the food fight that were whipped, so much to the point that the crazy-ass person that was responsible for dishing out the punishments actually got tired. Wasn’t that a new record or something? “ So, no more food fights, then? “ He’d peer down at her, taking his attention off of the hallways and the like to grin down at her. She’d already voiced her opinion on not doing that thus far, so that was obviously out of the question - he just wanted to poke a little bit of fun, nothing too serious. More teasing, really. “ Mmm, maybe you will. “ He responded to the idea of dancing with her. On one hand, it wasn’t necessarily something he liked to do, but it was more than obvious at this point that she was hinting at him asking her out, or was he just being a little egotistical and full of himself? On the other hand, however, perhaps showing up to the event and giving himself a sort of alibi would be a good thing to do? After his response, he could only narrow his eyes in slight thought, but was pulled from them at her next mention. “ Hm? Yeah, it’s n’problem, really. No rush, right? “ He’d smile a bit warmly, only to turn a corner. It seemed like he was contemplating going to this Ball now, but it couldn’t be said for sure. The ‘maybe’ was still there, and if anything, his mannerisms would only reinforce it to more of a positive note. Their little back-and-forth had apparently helped them burn a lot of time, for after another couple of moments, the Mess Hall, Cafeteria, what-have-you, was before them. Opening the door, he’d step in after her once again, only to give a deadpan stare at the empty tables. “…Whelp. “ Was he in-between meal hours, or had he just missed them altogether? Time wasn’t exactly something he kept track of too well. Regardless, there wasn’t any food, which kind of put a damper on his plan. As if on queue, his stomach growled audibly, causing him to toss a curious, somewhat surprised gaze to his gut. “…Well then, might jus’ haveta’ go ‘bout seein’ what I got in the dorm, if I got anything. “ He scrunched his nose at that, knowing that if he had anything at all, and he wasn’t entirely sure the fridge was even packed, there would likely be nothing but some expired milk in it or the like.
23:14:09 Erinn could only smirk as he was vague with her about Stuff, she laughed softly and shook her head, "You just have to keep me in suspense, don't you?" she would tease and grin a little. As he teased about no more food fights, she nodded, "Yep.. I'm not into the whole whips and chains thing.. At least not to that degree." she said jokingly and winked at him before she was surprised as he said maybe she would, she quirked a brow at him. "Maybe, hmm? Well I guess we'll have to wait and see, I suppose." she said to him. was she hinting at him asking her to the dance? Maybe, maybe not, she could just want him to go so she could hang out with him and watch the drama unfold and laugh about it since that's usually what happened at those things, girls crying and making a fuss, it was funny but she loved ot dance.She hoped he would decide to go afterall, she thought it could be fun. "Well, if you aren't up to the challenge, I suppose I could always find someone at the ball to dance with.." she would say and laugh, she was challenging him a bit but it was out of fun. If he didn't want to go, she wouldn't be all upset about it, she really was sure she could find someone else to hang out wiht there. The way he became quite and his eyes seemed to narrow said he was thinking, but what was he thinking about? She wans't sure. When they got there and the hall was empty, she looked to the tables then to him and sighed, "I guess we are going to starve.." she said and smirked a bit as she heard his stomach growl right on time and it made her laugh softly. "Hopefully you have something good to eat there, wouldn't want you running into the forest and chowing down on a bunny wiht your bare teeth." she teased and laughed softly once more. This was a problem, "I don't think I have any back at mine.. Guess I'm screwed. There's always tomorrow, I suppose." she said to him and looked to him to see what he wanted to do.
23:19:47 Jer instantly appears more torn from his state of mind than the bag is torn from his person. Her name tumbles from his mouth, lips already parted in startled surprise, but anything more he might have said falls by the wayside faster than his schoolbag to the warm dirt beside them. Before he can think, she's enveloped him around the neck, coercing a shallow slouch and curve to his spine in this unexpected gesture. His heartbeat, undoubtedly, is quickened and hard beneath her pointed ear. And for the first few seconds, his hands were open and defensive in the shock. But, sure enough, with muscles relaxing like the rest of his initial tenseness, those hands find purchase by leading arms to wrap around her slender waist. "Trix, it's okay," he warmly breathes in an attempt to comfort her. It really wasn't 'okay' but that had been the fastest, most consoling phrase to come to mind. He even relocates one of his hands now, ascending to stroke those radiant blonde locks of hers. Here lies the reality of the situation he wants to soothe her, he wants to be there for her. He may be as clumsy as a dull sword in going about it but, regardless, the sentiment is pure and true. "Shh... Yer not doin anythin wrong," he reassures her, even as her tears begin to wet the fabric of his shirt. Feeling that, it's as if the fervor of necessity reaches his arms, the likes of which subtly readjust to hold her ever close and tight. "...Ya never do anythin wrong." Beneath her, his chest then swells a measure as he indulges a deep breath - he's mustering to the occasion. "Listen, Beatrix... Yer an important person to me an... I 'ope you know ya can rely on me to try an be there fer you, aulways. So... don't think I 'ave some kind of ulterior reason fer bein 'ere, with you. Yeah?" In politely uncoiling from her, a fire-warmed hand of his comes around, beneath her chin, to coax her eyes and face to rise and meet his reassurance. He plies her with a peek of a smile, his expression asking again: 'yeah?'. But before she can recover from tear-stained cheeks or sort his words through her adulterated grief, he uses the opportunity - a kiss to adorn her lips.
23:43:05 [Trix] The pain inside her near broke at the warmth of his body against hers. How wonderful it felt to be in his arms, and feel him gradually respond. He nurtured her with his actions, and Trix could merely close her eyes and remain as such as he soothed her. But beyond the touch were his words. The subtle connotation behind them as she felt his meaning as well as the truth behind the tone while tears swept from her eyes. She hadn’t wanted to cry before him or with him. She had tried to hold onto that moment, to keep them at bay. She’d never truly given in to her emotion before such as this and was a waif lost on the highway of troubles and pain, to which Jer responded in the moment. His hand stroked her hair she felt immediately at peace, closing her eyes for the moment as his other moved to the small of her waist. It was comfort adorned in a hug, a touch and she felt just how truthful it was - the sincerity of it all. Though, as he began to pull back, her eyes did indeed look to his as he raised her face, her own tear stained, nose slightly reddened and cheeks flushed from the moment, crystalline drops upon her lashes as she gazed back. She was about to respond to his statement, his words of being there for her when suddenly his lips dashed across her own. She tensed at first, unsure just what he was doing and then it became all the more real as her plush lips met his. The scent of him in her nostrils, the softness of the touch of lips upon lips, her arms reaching still around his neck, fingers idly toyed with his hair at the nape. Her first kiss happening in that moment, it sent a shiver of delight through her body and she found herself allowing it to intensify as it was held. It felt perfectly right - given and received and her questions were forgotten for it was a statement given and sealed with a kiss. It didn’t matter what it meant fully, it was underlying it all, it was happening now and she appreciated him far more than anyone else. She loved his company, enjoyed her time with him and knew she was falling for him in a way she couldn’t even explain. And thus she would hold the kiss, lips parting lightly in response until he’d pull away because she didn’t want it to end. Even if it were just a peck.. It meant the World to her because it was from him.
23:52:02 Ignatius grinned a bit wider. “ I’ve been told tha’s my best quality, keeping people in suspense…“ Was it really? No, probably not, but a little playful banter and flirting never killed anyone, did it? Her surprise was noticed as she registered his words regarding the Ball, making that grin grow just a little wider. “ Mmhmm, just maybe. “ Her words several moments later had him quirking his brow rather sharply - she went there, didn’t she? She did. She totally, totally did. That wasn’t fair. He’d let out a grunt as he mentally chewed on her words, but right this very second, he wouldn’t give in. He couldn’t. Not yet. “ …Nnhgh, you’re playin’ dirty now. “ Challenging him wasn’t just challenging him, it was challenging the beast within, and that never backed down from a challenge. Still, there was more at stake here for him than ’just another Ball,’ and he didn’t expect her to know that so openly, especially without being drawn into his own little world. He knew she was just returning that little bit of poking fun, but dayum. She went straight for the throat, didn’t she? “ Noooo, I can’t starve…“ He whined a little bit. Shit, he’d eat the end of his bed if it came down to it, or… “ …Rabbit doesn’t sound t’bad right now, now that y’mention it…“ There was something about his tone that indicated he was joking, but at the same time, he was being as serious as serious could get. Yeah, he’d eaten rabbit several times in the past, and if you cooked it right, it could actually be pretty damn tasty. It would be a last-resort, though, so she didn’t need to worry about foraging in the Forest outside of the Institute just yet. “ Kccht, don’ be silly. If I’m goin’ t’look for food anywhere, I ain’ jus’ gonna dump you t’the side. I might be a hungry wolf, but I ain’ above sharing. “ He explained a bit sternly. He had accepted her company for as long as he had free time, so he’d want to put it out there that nothing she could do, at least for right now could impede on on him. He almost felt kind of insulted that she would come down on herself like that, but he held as much of the sting out of his words as he could, though a little still leaked. “ So, with that said, d’y’wanna see if I got anything to munch on? ‘cause, now that I think about it, it’s probably all we got…munchies. “ A bunch of potheads living in the same dorm? Yeah, probably only munchies, if anything anywhere.
00:05:46 Jer is a true master of his craft if this sudden leap of affection turns out to be no more than the most powerful of dodges. Rerouting a person's entire brain is conceivably not beyond the scope of his evasive maneuvers. However - and perhaps luckily - there exists plenty of evidence to suggest otherwise, to deny this as being a ruse and instead argue for the true sanctity of the kiss. How positively criminal it would have been for him to have stolen her first as a means to an end. Although, technically, if his goal was to quickly and efficiently calm her quivering heart, then he's chosen well in his means. He has it linger on, reviving the adoration anew before it can die, his jaw edging her deeper into it each time. Surely, with a subconsiously noticed pressure, even the hand at the small of her back (thankfully healed) holds her with light hint of possession. She is his now; and, presumably, he is hers. But in what is inevitably shorter than forever, the fourth or fifth kiss (for they've all melded together) is slowly pulled apart and lips are returned to original owners. His soft blue eyes, very nearly hooded in the exchange, blink open to gaze into her. That kind reassurance appears again within them. With a touch of his forehead to hers, he cracks a wide smile - somewhere between apologetic and elated. "So," he begins, posing her the question, "are we stayin out 'ere or goin inside?" Wherever she chooses, he'll be in her company until they're forced to part.
00:31:31 Erinn watched his grin and she couldn't help but grin back, she laughed softly, "Oh really? I think I could come up with a few other great ones.." she would tease and laugh softly, oh how fun it was to banter with him, he rose to the occasion so readily, it was fantastic and just what she needed. She could tell he noticed she was surprised and she smirked and shook her head as he confirmed it was just a maybe fore now, she was a bit amused. when she challenged him, she knew exactly what she was doing then, yes she went there! She could tell the effect it had and listened to his grunt as she grinned broadly at him and could tell he was really thinking it over. " Indeed I am.. You seemed to like it well enough on Sunday, did you change your mind?" she would ask him with an even wider grin as she winked. It was just too much fun to resist at the moment, she was enjoying it all quite a bit and it showed. She knew that he couldn't back down from a challenge, but then again neither could she, hadn't he realized that was a weakness she shared with him as well?When he whined about starving, she would smirk at him and wrap her arm around him lightly, "Oh you poor thing, " she would say in false sympathy to him and smile a bit. "Rabbit? Really? Have you done that before?" she was suddenly curious if he'd hunter after Bambi and Thumper out in the woods as a wolf or something. She realised he was joking for the most part so she wasn't too worried about having to run around in the woods, she could do it but it would hurt like hell and she'd' likely end up breaking open her back again and lose more blood. She could tell that her words had struck a chord though as she had mentioned her having to wait til tomorrow, she siled softly to him as he said he wasn't above sharing, "Well, see you are turning out to be more of a gentleman by the moment, next thing I know you'll be escorting me around everywhere." she would tease and grin, trying to lighten things a little bit since she could tell she had offended him a bit butshe wasn't apologizing for it since she figured it was best to just move on and keep talking, keep laughing and smiling. When he mentioned going to see if he had anything to munch on, she would nod to him, "Yeah, sounds like fun to me, I like munchies so that's perfect." she said to him and would smile, she had let her arm fall away from him after a moment and would wait for him to lead the way.
01:01:30 Ignatius could only scoff at her mention of Sunday. It was engrained into his being to not back down from a challenge, she was just stubborn - there was a difference! “ No, I didn’t forget about Sunday…“ He mumbled, shooting her a dirty glance. That was just so unfair that it wasn’t funny, but he knew it was all in fair play. “…And I still dunno yet, I know we got some projects comin’ up in classes…“ He trailed off, grinning just a little bit. “ Yeah right, like I’ma do any of tha’ crap. “ He huffed, shaking his head. Okay, he might do it if he was absolutely necessary, if only not to fail a class, but that was about it, really! “ I can’t give ya’ an answer yet, sorry. I’ll keep in mind though, yeah? “ It was the best he could come to, really: a compromise. Hopefully she’d understand and not press the issue too much further. Her arm was regarded with a curious blink, and her words following had him chuckle just a little. “ I know, right? “ Starve? Him? Yeah ,okay. He was big and had good muscle on his body, which meant a decent volume of fat. Though his stomach was going crazy making noises and sputtering at him to stuff food into it, he could probably go a few days at the very least without feeling the effects of fatigue. As a matter of fact, it would probably be the healthy thing to do with his body the way it was, just to burn off a little fat, but he was far from ‘starving.’ Her genuinely-interested question regarding rabbit had his attention piqued, and for a second, he looked to her with a sort of dumbfounded gaze, as if asking ‘have you never had it?’ but not really speaking the words. “…Yeah, Rabbit is tasty. I’ve done a little huntin’ in my time alone. Rabbit, Squirrel, Deer…“ He trailed off, scrunching his nose up a little bit when he mentioned Squirrel. The meat was really stringy and chewy, but it was what it was. “…Oh yeah, Moose. Just one, though. Things got ‘nuff meat t’feed a small city f’a fuckin’ month.” Obvious exaggeration was obvious, but it kept him well-fed for a week or more, even with his appetite. “ …Flattery won’t get you anywhere, y’know. “ He’d mock towards her as she mentioned him being a gentleman again. “ Like I said earlier, don’ get too use t’this. I’m not sayin’ it’s a one-time deal, but don’ go expectin’ it all the time. “ He’d warn her again, as nothing could quite predict how he might feel another day or two down the road. “ C’mon, though. Lets go. “ He’d motion, stepping out of the empty Great Hall and moving to lead them to Crux House.
01:34:08 Erinn smirked a bit as he scoffed and she listened to him say he didn't forget, she nodded, good then that meant she would keep playing dirty when the mood struck her. She saw the dirty glance he gave her after he mumbled and she arched a brow at him as she walked with him but said nothing more. She could see his grin as he trailed off and rolled her eyes a little bit, but just stayed quiet for now and laughed as he said he was sorry. "Don't be, like I said, I'm sure I will find pleny of other people to dance with." she said with a smirk and let it go after that, it really was just a ball, not all that important. She could see the way he looked at her arm and let it fall away, had she perhaps done the wrong thing? Oh well, what's done is done, right? She smirked as he spoke, "And look at me, I'm practically wasting away, I need all the food I can get" she would say and laugh softly, at least that's what most people told her since she was so petite, 5 foot nothing and nice and thin. she could see the look he gave her and couldn't help but laugh at the unspoke question, "I think I've had deer before, once.. But that's it, no rabbit or anything and certainly not raw with my bare teeth.." she would say and smirk a little, that just sounded gross. "A squirrel? But they have hardly any meat on them, they're so tiny.." she would say in disbelief as she looked to him and then saw him scrunch his nose, made sense she didn't htink squirrel sounded good at all. She laughed at the moose story, "Really? A moose? That sounds pretty epic, those things are huge!" she would say to him and didn't doubt that it could feed quite a few people. She rolld her eyes at the flatter comment, "Oh please, you just have to know what buttons to push and you can go anywhere." she would say with a grin, she'd been working on pushing his buttons, hand't she? She headed out with him as he said for them to go, she was hungry and her stomach was starting to growl. "Don't worry I don't really expect anything, that way when something good happens, it's a pleasant surprise instead of being disappointed when it doesn't happen." she said to him, it was sad but true.
02:09:05 Ignatius was at least happy to see that she hadn’t been too disappointed for his lack of an answer in regards to the question that had yet to be asked, though was still lying right there, hidden beneath the words she’d already spoken. “ Mmm, good. “ He’d reply, nodding his head in agreement. The way she was seeing these public get togethers was how he had seen them for most of his life, so at least they were on the same page. He didn’t mean to make her self-conscious of her action to touch him the way she had, as that wasn’t the intent behind his action - they had shared more than that just the other night, so it would be silly to assume that he was offended or irritated somehow. As to reinforce such, his left arm would come to scoop her up against his frame, his forearm resting along her shoulders as it had previously. “ I know, right?! Lookit you, nothing but skin ‘n’ bones! “ He’d exclaim as she shifted her attention to herself, obviously poking fun. She wasn’t too skinny, nor was she fat. She was fine, for all intents and purposes. Her short stature didn’t really phase him either. If she was some towering Amazonian-esque woman with bulging biceps and calves that could crack a watermelon between her thigh, well…then he might have a problem with it. “ Yeah, venison is good. One o’my favorites, actually. And…raw…y’get used t’it when you’re roamin’ ‘bout in that big, scary wolf form…“ It’s not like he had enough control to stop, build a fire, skewer something onto a spit and cook it as evenly as possible while The Beast held control. The best he could do was guide it, though barely, so getting anything productive done was more or less nonexistent. “ ‘ey, don’t go knockin’ Squirrels. They might be stringy…and chewy…and more o’less flavorless…but damnit, it’s food! “ Truer words have never been spoken. He didn’t favor them very much, it was just there to eat if he ever needed to. “ And yeah! Don’ go near the horns…“ He trailed off, his voice suddenly getting deep and somewhat nostalgic. “S-..stay away from the horns. “ Needless to say, Moose got pissed when you scared them, and those horns? Yeah, they weren’t for show. Her next comment had him quirking a brow as he led her farther down that hallway, wrapping through various intersections en route to Crux House. “ You would know all ‘bout pushin’ buttons, wouldn’t ya’? “ He’d tease again, giving her left shoulder a bit of a squeeze. Her next comment had his brows furrowing lightly, eliciting a chuckle from him. “ Damn, tha’s a bleak way t’look at things, but I can’t say I blame y’for any of it. Y’don’t get disappointed when y’don’t have something t’get disappointed at, hmm? “ He’d seen the world through that looking-glass numerous times in the past, and even now to some extent.
02:23:39 Erinn nodded as he said good, it was good indeed, nothing to really worry about it was just a school dance and not a huge deal. It would be fun, she was sure and she wanted to go but she didn't go overboard and crazy over those things. When she had taken her arm away from him, she then noticed another shift in his expression, so he hadn't minded her arm? He was confusiing sometimes and she just stopped trying to think about things now. When he pulled her against him again, she smirked at him and wrapped her arm around his waist as she stayed pressed against his side and she walked with him, her head rested against him lghtly and she laughed softly as he teased her. "Oh please, I am have more than just skin and bones.. I'm healthy! " she said and laughed, of course he knew that, he'd seen her afterall. She blushed slightly as she thought about that and pushed those thoughts aside not needing to get cause in the act thinking about it. She shook her head at herself but then listned to him talk about venison an she said to him and grinned but it would seem he didn't have a good time with the moose and she could see the difference in him and hear it in his voice. Was that a stammer? "Did you get hurt?" she would ask him, concern in her face and eyes now and her hold on him was a little more firm then, pulled him closer as she looked him over and seemed sad at the idea of him getting hurt by a stupid moosen. Soon it disappeared and she was grinned as he said she knew all about pressing buttons, "Mhmm.. but you do too, don't you?" she would ask and wink at him with a laugh before he furrowed his brow and said ti was a bleak way to look at things, she nodded, "It is, but it's what I've learned and it's worked well enough so far." she said with a shrug and her hand tensed on the side of his waist where it wrapped around as she had to stop from the pain, her shirt moved and it had pulled at all the scabs that had dried to her shirt, she bowed her head slightly as she felt a little bit of blood slide down her back. After a few moments she released her hold on him and breathed out slowly, "Sorry.." she said softly.
03:06:34 Ignatius had merely added the stammer for dramatic effect! He had gotten hurt, but it was one of those things that was a life lesson, y’know? One along the lines of: don’t fuck with Moose. They looked quaint and unassuming, but when you piss ‘em off, those antlers become a twelve-pronged shish kabob aimed to skewer you like some raw meat to put you on display for their mates. Nasty things, really. “ I did, but it’s nothing I couldn’ take. Well, specifically, it wasn’ anything that my healin’ couldn’ take. …I ate Moose for ‘least a weak after that, if not a little longer. Was a meal I had t’work for, but yeah. “ Getting ‘hurt’ in the common sense wasn’t enough to actually hurt him, if that made any sense whatsoever. A fatal wound for another person could be shrugged off as something nonexistent within moments to that of a Were, so though she was suddenly concerned for something that had happened years ago in his past, it wasn’t as big of an issue as it would’ve been for someone else. Her hold on him got a slight chuckle to escape his lips, and her protective fussing over him was replied to with a hand in her hair, giving it a tussle. “ I’m fine, really. There ain’ even a scar. “ She didn’t notice any scars on Sunday night, did she? That’s because he had ridiculous healing, as most werewolves were prone to having. It was just one of those perks that came with the package. Her explanation of her view towards life thus far was more than understandable, “ Mmhmm, I can see that. “ I mean, she’d made it this far, right? Right into the school for delinquents! Delicious irony, but none that would be immediately spoken or voiced in any way, shape, or form. When she suddenly tensed up at his waist and that feeling of pain resounded deafeningly through the immediate area, his gait came to an immediate stop, and he’d allow her as much time as she needed. “ You’re sittin’ here worryin’ ‘bout some dumbass Moose when y’should be worryin’ ‘bout those wounds, girl. “ He’d chastise her, though his tone was nowhere near stern or rough. Simply mindful to her conditions. She was the one currently injured, not him. “ Y’gotta be a little more careful, yeah? When w’get t’th’ dorm, I’ma see if w’can’t dress th’wound just a little bit, or at least change the bandage out. Y’need something fresh back there, that’s for sure…“ He trailed off, giving his nose a wiggle as the fresh, pungent smell of her blood leaked back into the immediate vicinity. It was a lot different than the very slight aroma that clung to her like a faint smoke - it was fresh, and considerably more dense. The hand around her shoulders would drop to her lower back, fingertips very gently coming to press against the hem of her shirt along the waistband of her pants. With the little pressure applied by his index and thumb, he’d slide them onto the skin just above that waistband, going no farther up than the width necessary for each finger. If the scabs did come loose, then blood would likely come dripping, no? The little pressure would tuck her shirt in along the bottom of her back, which would catch any dripping blood that would dare to fall. “ Is this okay? I’m not hurtin’ you, right? “ Thought the thought of hurting her actually tickled him, it certainly didn’t show. If she was okay with that guiding hand on her lower back, he’d continue to move towards the Crux House which wasn’t more than a minute or two away at this distance.
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